Freckles

On a dirt path, 

We’re taking a journey,

And I’m venturing it with you.

Every step I make

Under sky blue,

Alongside me, we readily grew.

The imprints of soles 

Dotted, they drew

Freckles, I can perceive them,

Under my eyes, as much as my love,

Except it can’t fade away,

It’s true.

The knee’s bent forward with moonstone,

My love, “I do,”

This story lasted the hike,

Settling down with a vibrant hue,

Promised husband and wife,

Paying a price,

I promise to pay in return with my life.

The scent of September rolls around

Of pumpkin, maple, and dew

On the grassy ground.

Rising above, the birth of a fire

Crackles like the leaves,

It creates freckles of ashes

Over the town’s eaves.

My love, the season has changed,

One step closer of our wedded day,

Hand-in-hand down the aisle,

Hand-in-hand through this mountain range.

Those freckles on your face

Beckon to be kissed all over,

Showing each fragment

Of us in time and space.

My love, it’s a blessed endeavor,

No rocks or woods

Saved by grace,

Only the smoking of a fire

In my soul forever.