Wednesday, September 17, 2003

Golden Glow

Evening is falling

Let me take that hand

And press it to my lips

For that hand belongs

To the one

Who glows in the sun

Who when smiling

can make me sing

We stand

My head upon his chest

And then

I skip down this road

A journey

To our future with swans

And medium sized cygnets

And this lake

That will mark

Fifty years of love

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