It wasn't grand,
There weren't fireworks,
or wind blowing us around
or doves flying above.
It was simple.
Her lips on mine,
soft and still
And I knew,
Right then and there
That this is right,
This is home,
This is what I want.
And she is it.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 1:03 PM UTC
It wasn't grand,
There weren't fireworks,
or wind blowing us around
or doves flying above.
It was simple.
Her lips on mine,
soft and still
And I knew,
Right then and there
That this is right,
This is home,
This is what I want.
And she is it.
