Vision
I can see a country road lightly graveled
Curved and lined with autumnal leaves
See myself walk hand and hand with my lover
This cool, crisp fall, in a gentle breeze
I see a warm hearth with dying embers
As the hot chocolate cups are finally drained
And sticky roasted marshmallow remnants
Are left upon the wire hangers to be used again
How long until we are joined in a perfect union
In a life to be loved for its fantastic form
A life where no problems linger
And a perfect love is newly born
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