Married
Married
The morning was bright and beautiful.
The day of our wedding, my love...
The smell of the flowers in the garden,
came through... every window of the house.
My spirit was lifted on high that day,
I know you would laugh... out loud.
I danced and pranced like a doe,
in the meadow...
I lifted my arms to the King.
Please my Lord,
please my Lord...
bless everything...
That is how I felt in April,
but the truth is that is how I always feel.
You make me happy,
like there is music playing,
lutes and flutes...
like there is bread cooking,
warm and fragrant in the air.
Your smile is unforgettable,
because it is my favorite thing to look at,
and the one thing I like to dwell upon,
when you are out,
on the tractor,
in the garden,
of our life.
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