I look in my mirror and what do I see?
A young child at play
so happy and gay
looking at me
Deep inside my dna
wherein my characteristics lay.
A gene exists, it can be seen,
to make my eyes, brown, blue, or green.
To the one that I love who will soon be my wife.
I write from a land filled with trouble and strife.
Just marking the days passing by oh so slow
`till I`m there beside you then they will all know,
Global warming is harming our planet
and fossil fuels make this come true
by footprints of carbon from vehicles
even the ones that are new.
We knew the time would have to come
when our loving pair, with god`s will done,