They met where hymns and hallelujahs rise,

In pews and prayers beneath church skies.

Jae, soon bound for boots and drills,

Flaunted waves with surfer skills.

Emily smiled—“A free surf class?”

But truth be told, she just hoped he’d pass…

Without a shirt. Let’s not pretend—

That board was just a means to an end.

Their love grew not in grand parade,

But through each call, each note they made.

Letters penned with quiet grace,

Built a bond time could not erase.

Jae’s heart leapt from the very start,

But Emily kept her cards and heart.

For one long year, he’d wait and pray,

Not knowing what she’d choose to say.

Two years passed in camo hue,

Jae stood strong, his love stayed true.

And when the dust of duty cleared,

God’s hand moved—what once was feared

Became a gift: a second chance,

To ask for more than just a dance.

Back in Hong Kong, with skies aglow,

He found the courage to let love grow.

Now history writes the sweetest line,

Of two hearts stitched by holy design.

From surfboards, letters, prayers, and grace,

To love that time could not erase.

Jae and Emily—no longer apart,

A story inked in God’s own heart.