marry me... in a field of weeds
with a golden ring...
void of unnecessary stones...

let the sky and the earth be our witnesses...

...and the wind give me away...

let the birds be the music to which we dance...

lay me down beneath the treetops...

as we celebrate this love... untainted by ceremony

my love,
kiss my lips... and close your perfect brown eyes...

then,

my love,
my only, as we grow older,
...dust to dust... our goodbyes.