my soul

has traveled

long and far

to find

yours

What a blessing it is, to have dancing and music and poetry.

What a gift it is, to look at someone and say,

I'm so happy to have found you -- at last, at last, at long, long last -- you're here.

in an endless

garden of

flowers i

will always

pick you

If my heart could speak,

it would say to you,

"I will not let you go,

I will hold you

in my arms

forever."