A tale of love
Brian Odongo.
Countable times in history
Two separate lives become one story
Such as was between Jacob and Rachel
A tale more beautiful than a fable
A tale not as a result of fate
But a plan in divine date
A tale of two hearts
That cannot be torn to parts
Even by ink it can only be faintly described
But in their hearts it is masterfully inscribed
A tale that lives for generations
And defies all common expectations
Such is my tale with this fair Lady
Fairest than the beautiful daisy
The only beloved daughter of her father
And the joy of the family when they gather
She is of rare charm and mind
“A virtuous woman who can find? "
Her heart is most pure
Her smile every pain cure
Seasons before us seem so long
But each day will be filled with a love song
Then all the rounds and bends of time
Will be far much worth than countless dimes
Not every step forward will be simple
But happenstances will not our love dwindle
For our tale of love is not just a normal ritual
But this tale that we coauthor is forever habitual
And if life be long and youth turn to old age
We will make more beautiful every page
And this by divine grace shall be our tale
That even time will not turn stale
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 3:36 AM UTC
A tale of love
Brian Odongo.
Countable times in history
Two separate lives become one story
Such as was between Jacob and Rachel
A tale more beautiful than a fable
A tale not as a result of fate
But a plan in divine date
A tale of two hearts
That cannot be torn to parts
Even by ink it can only be faintly described
But in their hearts it is masterfully inscribed
A tale that lives for generations
And defies all common expectations
Such is my tale with this fair Lady
Fairest than the beautiful daisy
The only beloved daughter of her father
And the joy of the family when they gather
She is of rare charm and mind
“A virtuous woman who can find? "
Her heart is most pure
Her smile every pain cure
Seasons before us seem so long
But each day will be filled with a love song
Then all the rounds and bends of time
Will be far much worth than countless dimes
Not every step forward will be simple
But happenstances will not our love dwindle
For our tale of love is not just a normal ritual
But this tale that we coauthor is forever habitual
And if life be long and youth turn to old age
We will make more beautiful every page
And this by divine grace shall be our tale
That even time will not turn stale
