In the winter of '13 -
Like a well oiled machine -
You and I were so in sync -
You my king, and I your queen.
Then summer drew its breath,
It was as good as it could get -
You and I with all our vows:
Together till embraced by death.
The years slowly passed us by.
Though we didn't see eye to eye,
We were broken and reformed,
We learned to compromise.
We are an imperfect art,
Two halves of a beating heart -
In sickness and in health,
Till death do us apart.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 5:19 AM UTC
In the winter of '13 -
Like a well oiled machine -
You and I were so in sync -
You my king, and I your queen.
Then summer drew its breath,
It was as good as it could get -
You and I with all our vows:
Together till embraced by death.
The years slowly passed us by.
Though we didn't see eye to eye,
We were broken and reformed,
We learned to compromise.
We are an imperfect art,
Two halves of a beating heart -
In sickness and in health,
Till death do us apart.
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