The Christening The wine and wind were mixed as one, In bottle shattered glass. We watched the wine trickle down, Our committed love to last. The tree was wet, and sparkled. As the wine ran unimpeded. Then is soaked into the skin, The moisture that it needed. Our first anniversary, The meeting in the park. My celebration gift to you, Was now wet upon the bark. I remember standing there, The day that you walked by. I knew in that instant, I�d found my love at last. I held your hand as we tarried there, The warmth I still can feel. even after many years, in my heart you still appeal. I�ll never tire of your sweet smile, Nor the love that you have offered. It has been a blessing, And it has filled my coffer. We walked around the park again, Much like many years before. In my heart I felt rejoice, For the one love I adored. I�ve placed you on a pedestal, Time and time again. You deserve to be there, It�s where you�ve always been. So I can look up at you, Step down if you wish. I�ll just put you back again, And bind you with a kiss. I just stand and admire you, Your lovely smile and grin. The goddess figure that you wear, And all the things with in. Your golden hair, silky threads, Wisps in the breeze. A touch of frost, high lighted, Was only meant to please. The highlight, powders, color and paint, Only accent a beautiful face. If they should go nay to return, I hope the smile will keep it�s place. I give a rose again my love, Again place it in your hair. Nipped the stem and pull the thorns, Ahhhhh, more than I can bear. Such a gorgeous sight, Few men will ever see. Unless they�re seeing you, Walking hand in hand with me. Our park walk near ended, Fond memories I hold dear. These I will never forget, Of this, you have no fear. I love you The Masked Writer <-.-> � 2001 T Lovett |