Come, my darling
Sit by the fire.
Share with me
Your heart’s desire.
Tell me of your journey Home.
Know that I too, searched and roamed.
I felt your presence in the pouring rain.
I knew of your love
Tho’ others thought me quite insane.
I walked with you from that far distant shore.
I have loved you always and forever more.
I am so glad for times like this…
When we enjoy our wedded bliss.
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