Say your loving words to her with feeling,
As I hold on to the moon.
Hold her hands tenderly, brush them with your lips.
I am gripping hard till she replies with real meaning.
A pledge
I hope you will both work hard to make last.
Hurry now my grip is slipping,
The moon is on it’s way.
What was her answer?
We are going to be married one day.
And hope the moon will be there,
To brightly shine on our first night,
And the end of a spectacular day.
© Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
Photo: Pixabay License
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