and everything
in her eyes
and the reflection
in mine,

is the story
of our lives,

and at
night,

the quiet
slumber
is that of
clouds slowly
moving through
the sky
on a rainy
night.

and  in
our sleep
and in
our dreams her
hand always
seeks to
hold mine,

and never
do we
wake.

and in morning
her kiss is
deeper still.

and today
in the moments
we are apart,

are all the
moments in
my life
that I
will only
miss her
more.

and a hundred
times today
I will look
up to the sky

and say,

"she married me
she married me"

and for
that Lord
I will be

forever blessed.