Take me where flowers bloom,

And the sweet fragrance touches us.


From above, the clouds and the moon,

All come down to be the witnesses.


We hold hands, make those promises,

Which need not even be said aloud.


Blessed by the Gods and Goddesses,

We fulfill what’s been already vowed.


This poem is about: 
Our world



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