Meet under the tall tree we first played as young ones.
Bring the priest who baptised us.
Bring some friends for this will be fun.
Let us become one on the sight where it all began.
Let me commit myself in making me your man.
I shall take your words to my soul.
I wish to hear them forever.
Let my body turn old.
Let me lose my senses.
All I've ever needed is a perfect imagine,
Of you on a fine day,
Of your choosing of course.
Under a moon and stars,
Or the bluest of sky's.
You in a white gown,
Will simply fill my eyes.
After that day,
No matter what comes our way,
I'll keep that picture in my soul.
When the day comes I am stricken,
And ignorant of sounds and sights to behold.
Do not feel sorry for I am at peace.
With an image of you,
Dancing in my head as I have foretold.
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Seriously hope it's not too corny
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