Reaping mysteries from fields of yesterday's memories,
languishing peacefully in their essence, longings and
yearnings, desires and passion finding their way into
lives of those who fall in love.
Nothing to stand in the way of living one's love, two
people on the same wave length being together, caring
and conversing through their love.
Walking into visions of their future destiny, being
made one through the consummation of their marriage,
blessed and fruitful, being in love, never wandering,
holding each other throughout their lives together.
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