Me thinks much ink
has been spilt
over the poem;
May the years unfold gently,
while richly filled
with happiness, prosperity, and peace.
May you ever strive forward, with love
A tale of two weddings
weddings have so many
secret tales to tell,
there is no wilderness
when hearts return
home to primeval welcome
As the rains come and the winds blow
so the days go and the years flow.
The crash of waves the thundering skies
so my love goes on that never dies.
May the sun ever shine
upon your hair
may stardust light your way.
So the glory you enfold
When I was a young child
about five to seven years of age.
I noticed the neighbour's trees
were dirty and sooty and black.