Today as the journey begins
On this Glorious Day we stand
Before the path of righteousness
I am on my knee to take your hand
There was a beginning time
When we met on a special day
That I knew in my heart
That someday you would say
Category: romance
Victorians Don’t Pierce Their Septums, Except for Love, Poetry by Aaron Schultz
When I first saw you in those light
plaid pants, tight fitting to your form,
my friends wanted to kick your ass. “Where
did this Bozo come from? Let’s waste
him,” they said. But that smell… Your smell…
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