Portrait of us
The portrait we drew, far before honey moon.
In the eyes of all we became fools for our ways to them is strange.
In all weather and seasons too, we held hands, kissed and made love not as most lovers do.
Lost in love while we walked lag-lagoon,
I confess this is paradise for me and you.
The portrait we drew, far before honey moon, though fight, quarrel and hate sometimes times we knew
Though strange at times between us hurty silence brew
Notwithstanding our love has taken root. Forever this portrait will remain ever new
The portrait we drew, laughter they say is timed,
You and I critics say won't last but months days and years have gone by together we remain
There will never be an eventuality of good bye except the one you or I will say when we are old and grey
The portrait we drew far before honey moon.
The vows we took on the absence of all living eyes except those of the Holy all seeing.
To love and to hold, cherish and to keep you only as I do me.
My wishes is to live with you but to die with you
And be the envy of all as we walk heaven's hall because death itself couldn't do us part.
The portrait of you and