Shadowed Path

Thru a shadowed path, down a shadowed lane Two lovers walk, the moonlight to gain. The beauty of the walk is as beauteous as their love, Shared thru a kindness, a reverence, and the touch of a hand. A meadow comes into sight to eventually espy Mists swirl in mystery as they begin to walk by. But a fragrant rose pulls them, their attention drawn Thru the gates of an old house they gently begin forth Who in love lived here long ago, now unseen? What trials, what future, had they seen? Their love built a life, and of course this home Would that their lives could be so generously strewn. Two lovers that lived so very long ago And thru the years were repeatedly, celebrated so. Now, two more have come as the man goes on bended knee He picks the rose and delivers it up with a ring He has bought this old house, a glorious old thing To inspire her to wife, to repeat once more, an old beautiful dream May the tale of this house and the old love it has seen Inspire a new couple to a great life once again.