Timeless,
A precious,
effortless
grace,
Mellow Midnight's,
misty mornings,
running the torch race
Ehtereal,
so Imperial,
you an exquisite Queen,
so delicate,
and tantalizing,
with this love we share,
only the Spirits can intervene
And they won't,
No they won't
Two streams,
drifting,
kissing a river,
that flows effortlessly into the sea,
I, a devotee,
a trustee,
entrusted with protecting your celestial majesty
Over and over again,
people have said why can't the good fall in love,
yet,
by believing,
in blessings,
you and I can conceive of,
a Spiritual Rebirth,
a heaven on earth
Sensual,
an eventual,
consensual mating of our souls,
lovely breezes,
the ebb tide teases,
as we make love
on our own private atoll
Drifting,
on currents,
soft as the summer rain,
On the first day,
of the First Night.
our love was preordained
with this love we share
only the Spirits can intervene
And they won't.
No they won't
Pure river,
a watercourse,
creating as it flows,
quite apropos,
our Picture show,
has scenes of you and I
in our secluded chateau
Over and over again,
we searched,
two lonely drifters wandering too and fro,
searching for the telltale glow,
of a Northern star,
our exit from Eden,
was accompanied by acoustic guitar,
yet never,
not ever,
did we say Au Revoir,
to the Creator,
never were we traitors,
in the amphitheater,
shouting for the precious head of Christ,
and now,
here we are on the cusp of a new dawn,
sharing vows as husband and wife
Spiritual influence,
a cosmic confluence,
of all that must be,
if Pharoah,
sent his mighty army,
for your love I would part the Red Sea
Just when,
you thought,
true love had passed by,
the Creator,
visited you and said,
"My child, I present to you
the result of your faithful reply"
with the love we share
only the angels can intervene
And they won't,
No they won't
Here we are,
on midsummer nights,
sipping a fine chablis,
on Sunday mornings,
we pray,
whispering a homily,
our love is Heaven sent,
on that we absolutely agree,
our future,
eternal,
you and I can finally foresee,
the purity of true love
An endless flow,
of purity,
the security,
of knowing the Creator is pleased,
spritually,
chosen are we,
as one our families,
absoutely,
unconditionally,
two streams trickled into a river
and the river flowed effortlessly,
into a Sea of Tranquility
With the love we share,
only the spritis can intervene,
and they won't,
No,
they won't
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