we wrote our stories together and held them in a book. i brought them thousands of miles with me, to remember each one of you. now the journey turns full circle and once again, i find you there. the same sparkle that drew me to you, the innocence kept.
these days are worth more than memory, beyond the fond sentiments we had. we claim back that morning, that circle we shared. we had a beginning and it goes on without end. this hour seals back the blessings gained: forgiveness and faith, renewal and grace. those missed and missing moments are filled again with the song of our names as we we run towards our journey's end...
we wrote our stories together and held them in a book. i brought them thousands of miles with me, to remember each one of you. now the journey turns full circle and once again, i find you there. the same sparkle that drew me to you, the innocence kept.
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