She wrote me a prose,
And in exchange, I gave her a rose.
We didn't know it was love,
It just flowed, but guess who visited? A dove.
With a leaf of peace in it's beak,
It necessitated our relationship's peak.
We were simply resting in a park reciting friendship vows to each other,
Renewing each and every little promise we gave each other,
Denouncing any sign of negativity,
Pronouncing all emphasis of commitment to each other.
Then God was gracious enough to bless us with a wonderful view of the sunset skies, that peaceful view that comes at twilight.
The rest is all a wonderful story
We are in Love, it gives us glory.
M