You are the wine
you are the dove
and you are the wedding ring
sparkling with love.
Tomorrow we'll meet
and float on the lake.
We'll gather red roses
as Burns' prose discloses.
How romantic the hours
up in heaven above.
Then we will shine
in the name of true love,
hearing the organ play
'For The Wings of a Dove'
Mendelssohn reigns
Up in heaven above.
You are the wine
you are the dove
and you are the wedding ring
sparkling with love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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