...If Only, If Only.

       “You look beautiful.” Arthur said, smiling, the woman, his wife, Amelia smiled and gave a little laugh. He took her hand in his, and fiddled with her wedding ring, turning it slightly to read the inscription on the band, “Dis Mîn isst Mînr ens enu Äälppathr Mant” He glanced into her green eyes, and smiled, and then leaning in he gave her a gentle kiss on her lips.
“You know, I instantly fell in love with you when the first I saw you. Your brother knew it, at first I think he meant to stop me.” He said.
“Oh? But you soon won him over with you charm and wit.” She said smiling.
“Yes, yes I did. I have a lot of those two wondrous things.” He laughed, a rich heart felt sound of joy. It was a clear mild summer day, the sun was warm and the wind was cool. The two of them sat alone on a hill crested with only a single mighty oak tree, they lay on a blanket, the remains of picnic around them. Arthur laid down on his back, his eyes turned toward the sky, his young wife lay down next to him, thrusting her small hand in his strong one. She placed her head on his chest, closing her eyes she silently listened to his heartbeat, and he gently stoked her blonde hair with his free hand.
“Do you remember what you were thinking the last time we were here?” He asked. She opened her eyes, and raised her head slightly.
“I am not really sure, I remember thinking why father gave you permission to drive me all the way out here in the middle of nowhere.” She said.
“Nothing more?” He asked, chuckling.
“Not really. Why? What were you thinking?” She asked, setting her head once again upon his chest.
“I remember thinking, did I remember the ring?”