It all started at our first Anniversary celebration Then we built burning empires with our lips We tattooed venomous love bites in our skin, With Jokes cracking a womb till it tuned a cradle, Nine months later babies fell from the sky (baby shower).
But our love story starts with folded fist painted on my face, I can still see the folded fists holding roses with a ring on one finger. Letβs raise the rose and our story will sculptor itself.