Marriage
This is the day that the lord has made.
Let us rejoice and be glad that he placed you in the right location and time frame of my life.
All the reminisced moments of ups and downs, heaven and hell, north and south, cloud 9, and ground zero.
So lets tie our ankles together, grab each other’s waist, and walk while blindfolded to our destination.
Lets just call this a love blind race.
Because if you fall, WE fall.
The time I invested into you and this relationship I pray I get that in return.
Because we all know nothing in reality lasts forever.
The hugs grow old, the kisses grows old.
But in this relationship trust is a must, and believe that God will walk the mile with us.
Or else we’ll both reach hell’s boundaries.
So as the preacher says “you may now kiss the bride”, showcase that smile that you usually hide.
And as we daze into each other’s eyes while you’re on bended knee, I see that you’re ready, but am I ready?
I’m ready, but are you ready?
For Marriage.
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