Come sit with me on the river bank.
We'll look at the fish and the turtles
and each other, and not talk for hours.
We'll stare away the sun, just you and
Come and run with me under the low hanging stars.
We'll dance and play on the wet summer grass.
We'll sing beneath the bright sickle moon,
of hopes and dreams and surely of
Come and watch the years pass with me.
We'll grow old holding hands and
dancing in the twilight, and
all in my dreams, awake or asleep, shall be of
This poem is the one we used in our wedding in 2000.
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