I wrapped my arms around her the way she always loved
And leaned close to her ear and gently whispered these words of mine:
"My love,
Oh how many lovers must have stared at the moon with undying passion,
With fiery love in their hearts, and all those emotions they whispered to her;
And oh how many lovers must have stared at the church with eternity in sight,
Seeing their whole lives before them, together in each other's arms.
How blessed are we then tonight, to be staring at them both;
Full of passion and love for each other,
With the thought of forever in our hearts."
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 7:36 AM UTC
I wrapped my arms around her the way she always loved
And leaned close to her ear and gently whispered these words of mine:
"My love,
Oh how many lovers must have stared at the moon with undying passion,
With fiery love in their hearts, and all those emotions they whispered to her;
And oh how many lovers must have stared at the church with eternity in sight,
Seeing their whole lives before them, together in each other's arms.
How blessed are we then tonight, to be staring at them both;
Full of passion and love for each other,
With the thought of forever in our hearts."
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