Betrothed?

My 1st ConVerse poem. It was challenging, yet inspiring to write in an unfamiliar format.

Betrothed

I had hoped that he would go
far from me where it would snow.
But little did I know his plans
and didn't think to check his hands.
He took a ring from a golden box.
To me, he looked like a grizzled fox.
He caressed my hand and then my finger.
I didn't waste time, nor did I linger.
Mortified, I stood and stared at him in fear
Especially when he dared to call me dear.








Con-Verse Poem with aa, bb, cc, dd, ee rhyme scheme and 7,7,8,8,9,9,10,10,11,11 Meter
(Not a personal subject, just one that popped into my head)