Forget-me-nots-
hanging in the firepit.
Letters of love-
buried under memory.
Candies and dinners-
forgotten in sewers.

So I wont write you letters
or send you cheap cards

I wont buy you candy, or fancy restaurant seats...
Instead, I'll just talk to you...
and give reasons why I love you
Tell of you all the beauty, passed unto you

I'll tell you about you,
from my point of view
Of how I see you with me,
climbing trees
and building lives
and raising people...
ofcourse all this started when I met you through the steeple

So now to the cross, adorning that steeple
I promise to you
and all other people
To love and to cherish,
to have and to hold,
You, my young beauty
Until we are old...