I do

A lighthouse in a storm
Beacon to my heart
Your chest against me warm
Our life about to start
You would dare to harbor my dreams
-Love speaks best in extremes-
So I sew my soul to your ship sail’s seams
And bound from thence
we will against
the next century
Maybe a fearsome gale
Followed by more of a nightingale
Our little fairy tale
That we can turn into lullabies
To sooth our babies’ cries

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