Words for a wonder year.
To the first of many, my love.
Walking arm in arm in the forest,
Of redwoods and pine trees.
Under driftwood from Crecent City.
Moving mountains, burning bridges.
Carving out our own slice of heaven,
From this Earth too small to contain us.
Further from home than I’ve ever been.
With blistered feet and broken nails,
With bruised hearts and scarred souls.
Full of flaws and faith and trust in us.
And magic dust.
I was made for this, for you, for them.
Lord knows, Lord always knew.
That I would find you in every lifetime.
Sorry I’m late, honey, I’m home.
A joy so complete, like Christmas in June.
A life so unique, it can’t start too soon.
White walls and hydrangeas dyed blue.
To match the shutters.
Such a wonder it is, my love,
To behold the years we will share.
A love so deep, it can’t help by scare,
Me? I will always fall for you.
