...is the most beautiful gift of all.
In its youth, standing proud and tall
Ready to denounce critics...snarl.
Thus it matured, knowing its creaks and faults
And lingers to its last recall...
Comes a stranger, meek and mild
Giving credence to a life where none shall lie
The gifts of love now like ashes fly
For a Promise to Honour and Obey
Her love walks by...
...to love...not just always, but worse, all ways!All warm and cozy
The flowers radiant the colours more fragrant
...when you are laying in my arms
With your face resting under my chin
The rain gentle as the breeze that's so wet and cool
...when you are laying in my arms
Your arm wrapped warmly around my skinny rib cage
The sun weeps rays behind translucent pink clouds
...when you are laying in my arms
A leg thrown over not so skinny thighs
The world in a blaze as traffic idles
...when you are laying in my arms
Brushing your lips along the curves of my face
The storms are a tempest of calm
...when you are laying in my arms
Both, breathing in the delight and mischief we bring each other
And in the rising dawn...
A rosary prayed with so enduring a faith
Whilst I lay sleeping in the warmth and tenderness of your love.
