Your Token of Love
Breath taking memories,
surface from within,
buried in my mind,
how long has it been.
Enjoying the sunset,
our blanket in the sand,
sipping sweet wine,
you ask for my hand.
My heart was pounding,
as I tried to speak,
new love in bloom,
sitting beside me.
A tiny box,
made of velvet so blue,
holding a promise,
a gift from you.
Shining in the moonlight,
your token of love,
you called it a star,
picked from above.
Two hearts joined,
as we said I Do,
memories in the making,
memories of you.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
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