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My precious love, to cherish, to hold,
A journey of splendor, that's yet to be told.
A dream gave birth the day we met,
A gift of reality, I'll never regret.
As passions ablaze, like hearts of fire,
My soul is touched, by her deepest desire.
She means more to me, than life itself,
More precious than gold, silver or great wealth.
As ordered by God, to love and protect,
Her passion for life, I'll never neglect.
I'll be as her pillow, if she should ever fall,
With God's given strength, I'll give my all.
She's surrounded by angels, given to God's grace,
She's protected by mercy, in a volatile place.
No greater love, am I able to give,
Than Jesus who died, that we may live.
But in His glory, I'm able to stand,
With my precious love, Hand-in-hand.
Our lives together, will sprightly unfold,
A journey of splendor, that's yet...
To be told.
Blane Charity Sr.