The Beauty Of It All Poem by Jennifer Moe
The Beauty Of It All
Love,
grows like that of a
forget me not.
Oh, Beautiful Flower
never forgotten out of time
nor death.
When a man and woman
says, I do!
Their whold future lies ahead
out in the warmth of the
sun, and their kisses linger
under the depth of the sky.
In the beauty of it all
you both have been trule
blessed,
To walk hand in hand
in one's own giving heart.
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