I will marry you in a hot
air balloon. The clouds will be our witnesses
as they block out everything below,
for what could we need
from down there?
Birds will sing their songs
to close the ceremony.
At the end, I beg
You to kiss me loudly
and hold my hand as we
slowly drift back down
to earth.
But we'll never really leave the sky.
Feb 10, 2012
Feb 10, 2012 at 10:11 PM UTC
I will marry you in a hot
air balloon. The clouds will be our witnesses
as they block out everything below,
for what could we need
from down there?
Birds will sing their songs
to close the ceremony.
At the end, I beg
You to kiss me loudly
and hold my hand as we
slowly drift back down
to earth.
But we'll never really leave the sky.