Carved from a branch from our village olive tree,
stained with the flora of our fields,
gilt with the gold from our mountain streams,
and blessed by crones who live in our caves,
I pledge these to you, as symbol of all that I am.
My love, sprung from nature, will reside
With you, tender heart, until these roses
crumble to earth, their color returns to the fields,
their gold returns to the sea, and heaven is no more.
This is amazing!
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Glad you like it π
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Wow, you are one of a kind Li.
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Such a nice thing to say, Coffee!
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Sometimes we are lucky to find that one special person…
to spend the heaven that is earth, with. π
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That is one beautiful poem about eternal love.
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Thank you very much.
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Awww. That’s sweet.
Mine: http://www.aliceaudrey.com/?p=16618
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Lovely!
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Thank you, Dale, glad you liked it.
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Great pledge, and a powerful one made from those roses…
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Thank you, Bjorn.
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This was beautiful. Like the circle of life.
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I’m glad you liked it, thank you.
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