I give a pristine gift,
To one on bed and board,
That was carved in stones,
When none was there.
It's fossilized in feelings,
of those who lived,
They looked at another,
in those secret depths.
It went on paper and reached to me,
Shakespeare wrote and so did Jean.
I followed the recipe.
All the love to my one and only.
Find more stories like this one bysigning up!