Dedication
When the sea leaves the shore dry
When the seven stars
That fly before Orion
Snap their tethers and elude him
Leaving him behind in tears-
Then will I leave you, my dear.
Till then, we're a pair
And will never sever
Here or in heaven, and I swear
By everything beautiful and rare:
Dews, May's breeze, the choruses from Daphne
To be yours foreverever.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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