It will be a gentleman's agreement
and a lady's choice.
There will be secrets whispered
and riddles that night;
no knees will bend,
and only silver tears will be shed.
There will be a sparkling rock
and it will witness this
from two billion miles away.
In the dark of a mid- August night,
the world will breathe for us.
Words will be too loud
and love will be too sweet.
We'll balance, existing,
like we've known nothing but simply being.
There will be no questions,
no need for answers;
there will be no time forever.