By the sacred Moon that reflects in the tranquil waters,
Standing by the Golden Temple of Amritsar ,
I promise myself to you.
Let us face the wrathful Tigers of doubt that haunt us,
Together we will overcome fear,
Together we will fly.
I will walk with you through eternal darkness,
I will carry the bright light of joy,
That you might not stumble.
Let me prepare a feast of your favourite foods,
Paneer Tikka , Lassi and Dal Makhani,
Let me sustain you.
I am not the richest girl, I am not the smartest bride,
But I have three true gifts for you,
My heart, My soul and My Love.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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Comments3
And that is all you need, enjoyed the read.
Wonderful gifts to give David.
Andy
Yes indeed. thanks for your comments
Beautiful images with poetic words combined with a most romantic statement. Well written and well finished. Great ending line
Thank mi amigo.That is praise indeed coming from you
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