A place for prayer.
A Poem
Published on June 14, 2007 By Hazel Target In Poetry
To my bride:
this last day is lethal
we make our vows
now while magic bows
beneath the weight
of worlds combining.

To my wife:
this echoed oath
rings truthful still;
as the saints are saved
and baptized, so I swear
and declare for all to know

that I love
and will
always love.

on Jun 14, 2007
Gorgeous. Simply gorgeous.

on Jun 14, 2007
As always, you are too kind. Thanks for the encouragement.