Mads

I remember the cold,

December night.

Hoping to make you mine, I said hello.

I saw the sparks in your eyes,

And my forever:

Full of vows and unbreakable love,

Full of white dresses and tuxedo suits,

And a feeling that can’t be replicated.

Holding hands that had the same feeling

As being home

And lips that brought me back to life

Your voice so soft and gentle

That shows me promise of care

In sickness and health

Who kisses me tenderly

And whispers sweet nothings

In a society full of hate and disloyalty,