All to often I appear a fool, only to open mouth and prove it.
Yet Jonathan, love has designed a tool,
It’s function being to stop words when they have become superfluous.
Such a device is known only as a kiss, may it be readily in your grasp.
Since I am absent of said tool, I carry on to say…
So true are they, tales of love and bliss.
Yest love (precious) has but one lock.
As always, when in the confines of marriage, communication is key.
May the sun light your back, and all your trails lead to high ground.
May you find each other in the dark without out having to make a sound.
May the years be kind to the love that binds, and the memories etched in stone.
May the heart be filled with whom it’s willed and envision a happy home.
Yest at any point if ever over came.
A plethora of words casting doubt, pointing blame,
The aforementioned “kiss” is always in effect.
It shall spring to action, the moment your lips connect.
Best wishes
Darcy Burrell (Grande Prairie, Alberta, Canada)