The meadow enamel with sodden dew, the Gaillardias fizzle gently in the breeze. A narrow pellucid brook flows calmly while the crusty trout swim swiftly in it. Your smile is beguiling with your eyes bathe in tears and the crowd as exuberant as they can be. The ring gleaming proudly in our hands with the promise of perennial crafted on the stone, it was the fourth time I fell in love with you.