In the breaking of the morning light
when the sun shakes the cobwebs of the dew
in the faceted mornings bright
that’s where I fell in love with you.
Flaxen hair golden in the sun
treasured heart of my heart
and hand intertwined with mine
on a sandy beach we promised forever.
and in the waning hours of the sun set
with ring in hand and promises of tomorrows
on knee I bent and ask you there
with passion of this love inside.
And still, though many a sun has come and gone
since then, and time has carried on its way
this love of mine, oh heart of my heart
still beats in time to the promised forevers.
I’m not just content to grow old with you
but rather in wisdom of age and heart
to speak the languages of your love
and cherish each day as a preview of eternity.
I love you.