A.c.
To A.C.
Our lives brought love to this world
Yours brought love to me
Elysium…I know it well
It comes each anniversary
The crescent moon knows nothing
Of our nocturnal delight
Embracing arms and legs so soft
Such harmony in the night.
The stars can only imagine
The sighs and whispers in your ear
The clear blue heavens hover and bless
Your radiant heart so dear.
The champagne pours like a river
Into the solitude of space
Angels beam while seraphim sing
At the wonder of your Grace.
The vineyards brace for the harvest
The purple grapes long to boast
Wine glasses sparkle to honor your love
With “ Cana’s” Wedding Toast.
poem by Michael O'Rourke
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