love for her

life is as sharp as a knife as you persue me in a fassion so dear so that i care and hope that one day our lives will merge and we will join hands once again in holy matramony and soon there after enjoy the gifts of life as a knife we are sharp together once we seperate we become dull as a sullen bird who cant fly so never be shy my love because the doves fly in your name and we share our hope and wishes together so be true to thee self and hold my hand and be true and love me hold me dear and ill do the same never to contain a secret from you but to have an honest relationship and hold your hands in mine wishing the moment will never end an never to pretend that we all age as the days go by