Let us begin with the end.
Roses and rain and russian songs
To tasting tentative tea in blissful times
Washing weeping willows with widow's tears
A final crisp kiss by crackling fire lights brought near
Gentle jolly jigs and jumbles, the jubilee of the night
Amorous Embracing tears aborting to the aisle, watching my little boy smile
Young yearlings running around on the floor, yelling for mother of wanting “more”
Cuddling, carrying and coaxing a cradled cooing child
Breathlessly birthing bundles of burdens, both boy and girl
Mumbles of mountry, multiple adventures in mind
Love, lingering upon promised lips that never lie
Wiping whimsical feeling tears from the tips of a white gown veil
Rings radiant of ruby dressed awing fingers
Crying, calling and angry sympathetic college goodbyes
Promises of paper love letters and perfect perfume of love
Holding hands in the heathing hallway halls, hunking closer to him blissfully
Shy she and he shared silver rings by walking hand in hand
Song slipping and dripping into the night
Portrayal of perfect poetry performed
Dazzled and drooping dregery over the beauty unforeseen
An emotional email of enormous amorous love
All beginning with a poem about a crush and a dove
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