Though we have thrown our wishes to warm winds,
Dispersed our sweetest dreams among the stars;
Of all fond hopes, the fondest one remains
Far stronger than the ones disbursed before:
That our love here and ever will stay true;
That you will always dream my words in song,
That every blessed dawn shall love renew
And crimson sunsets consecrate our bond.
Life’s joys and tubulations are but chance,
The wisest of the wise know this be so;
But love’s sweet hope lives on in pure romance,
When other hopes have gone like winter snow.
Though pain and sorrow may sweet love befall,
Unto staunch hearts, true love shall conquer all.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.