Written by Greydove,
for our wedding
to see more of Dove's poetry,
check "Rebeccalynn's Page"
From the purest mountain snow,
Streams of clear water flow.
They sing down the grassy knolls,
Meander through the meadows where blossoms grow.
Two rivulets on varied course,
Cross in meeting, becoming one force,
And then continue on their way
But the union is there to stay.
A body of water of such deep peace,
That it is a haven of love's sweet release.
The trees in purple passion,
Intwined in lovers fashion.
Swans of graceful wing,
Curve together in love's gentle swing.
A sanctuary of beauty divine,
Where two lovers special moments find.
If but a moment in a day to think,
Of love's heavenly nectar to drink,
As each stream must go its own given way,
They blend in this special way.
Sweet is the love that has no binds,
But only in loving freely does it find,
That hearts are not confined in chests,
But fly on wings together to nest.
But for perhaps just a moment together,
But that moment can last forever.