You never really know what’s coming,
a small wave, a big one.
Life is surprising,
because someone came along.
With every crash of a wave,
the stress is washed away.
Every minute spent with you,
I have faced the earth, brave.
The day arrived when I had to wear my veil,
a beautiful white lace of purity.
This day embarks us to set sail,
of our moments of gentle charity.
It may be inevitable,
for the high tides to drown us away.
Let’s not make our impulses irrevocable.
Together we can fight the days of gray.
Waves don’t die,
same as my love for you.
Look at the sky,
the stars shine for me and you.
A poem I wrote for the 50th anniversary of my grandparents.