Dare to Spray

Forward: In Hungary, it is traditional that on Easter, a boy (or man) will recite a poem to a girl he likes. After the reading, he asks her permission to spray her. This is usually done with water or perfume. If the girl is suitably impressed, she agrees to be sprayed. After being sprayed, she offers the boy an Easter egg.

This sounds a lot like a Spring fertility rite.

Here is a Poem I wrote for my wife on Easter.

Dare to Spray

I wonder, suppose I ask, she’ll say
Should I do or not to spray.

Tis something I must think about,
Lest she think me frog or perhaps a lout.

A pretend me, I cannot use,
Lest she come too close and see the ruse.

False bravado, I dare not show,
For come to spray, she’ll just say no.

Another one, I cannot be,
If I wish to spray, I must be me.

She must know I am the one,
To whom, when in trouble, she’ll always run.

She sees my arms are always safe,
When feeling low to me she’ll race.

She’ll know my touch is warm and sure,
As hers to me, a soul healing cure.

I want her thoughts to be all of me,
To her heart my hand, must hold the key.

But alas, how can she come to know,
A love like mine, should she say no?

Don’t spray me boy, now go away,
My life’s last breath should she choose to say.

Dare I risk to ask her such,
To win or lose, alas so much.

But there she is, it’s now or never
Will she chose me, my life’s endevour.

"Ahem," I say, catching her eye,
"Ahem right back," she says with a sigh.

Dare say I, may I please spray you,
Yes you may, and yes I do.

Spray to take my love to you,
Of course it’s yes, I do, I do!

Now fifteen years since that first time,
Any only now I put in rhyme.

Knew I from start, from the very first day,
This is the girl that I must spray. 

She is mine as hers am I,
As long as there as stars up high.

Together we are, ever since that day,
When I chose to do, rather than not to spray.