Micheal Houessou Poet Sonnet

Our promise yet to come

Let future days unfold their golden grace,
Where hand in hand, dear Getruth, life feels new;
Two little hearts will fill our shining place,
And wealth will only mirror love we grew.

For you have stood beside me, firm and kind,
Your faith a flame that never fades nor tires;
Through every storm, you held my trembling mind,
And turned my quiet hopes to blazing fires.

So when our vows are sealed as one for life,
And blessings gather ’round our joyful door,
I’ll know that every triumph, every strife,
Was gentler walked because you loved me more.

And in that future bright our hearts will see,
That all I am—Getruth—comes back to thee.

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