Of many moons turned dusk,
none shall be more badly adored than our first year.
Beauty as true to cause Heaven to blush.
The angels dared not percieve that our first kiss would spark a promise land in its own that they dare not believe,
and God, our witness, would hold you and me a cloud higher to lend our trust into setting us free.
A hand to hand walk through destiny's gate,
we made it before it closed.
We made it before our day fell late,
before eternity faded and washed away unto the shadows.
It's like an endless dream portrayed as we parade it, because above the pain and doubt
we made a promise that our love would make it.
My world beheld a lifetime felt to unfold before my dying hour.
The gleam of our passion streams far to be seen atop Heavens highest towers.
God be our angels, and beauty be the creator.
4 seasons spoke true that eternity has begun.
From a hug, to a kiss, to love, to our first anniversary, and to a thousand more to come.
2007-03-28
07:30:24
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