Grow with Every Uncharted Course

Your face is of the moon, always glowing

your complexion has the silver lining 

like the summer sun forever shining. 

Our love is a river always flowing 

an uncharted course, never knowing. 

Our love is that of a road winding. 

There's pain in your eyes, whining

you've been hurt before your heart is showing. 

Unlike the river my touch is gentle 

I would never keep a flower from blooming. 

Instead help dig up all that is unminded,

never would I treat our love as accidental 

for it was our faith forever looming.

I pray that you will alway remain mine.