SIGN OR READ THE GUESTBOOK

 WILL YOU NOW MARRY ME?
Loves tender touch has blown in like a breeze
from out of dreams where-in the fairies sing
we hear its murmuring down through the trees,
our symphony announcing birth of spring;

and out from winters cold and dreary night
where we have slept in down--warm, but alone,
spring's seen our need for love, and done us right,
as if she knew what we have always known

that I've loved you, through-out all time and space
always aware that something was amiss;
when we first met, 'twas in love's sweet embrace,
that pleaded for love's first and telling kiss.

And so the world can see 'tis yours and mine,
will you now marry me, to make our love divine?
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