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.
Let’s raise the rose and our story will sculptor itself.