For the millionth time of my rhyme, I’ll forget you, in a lightyear or two.
Will you comfort her, love her, honour her and keep her in sickness and in health?
For your other half is to be love and to be cherish.
A decision to unite two hearts is not meant for the foolish.
So, what’s your solemn vow before I hand this heart I’m holding now.
He stopped her fears from turning into tears,
And made her realise the light she still had, even after all of her dark years.
For He had always kept her near,
To give her the happiness that she rightfully deserve.
And maybe that will be her new cheer,
To keep striving to be with the beloved of her Creator.
He slept, got up and left
But he resided in most part that she had
For the memories he carved
Made her turn him into a resident of her heart
But he never knew that part
I said my first love
will be my last
But I Guess we both had to lead our own path
And now I say my first love
Is just my past
That comes with a pricey heart’s aftermath
They said making dua for the people you love is the purest kind of love. I hope you know you’re in my prayers tonight, and always.
For to be only yours, I begged and prayed.
But what’s left is the price the heart had paid,
For filling it with something that could fade.
Little did she knew
That her heart already gave her a clue
Of a song He had written in ink blue
Where it sang in a chime that’s new
And it made her wonder, could it be you?