You're the sun that warms my skin during my darkest winter,
The beauty of your speech leaves me hope of a lasting devotion,
In every second of my minute,
In every minute of my hour,
In every hour of my day,
You keep my mind harmonized and my heart rhyming,
You're in my prayer when I ask God for silver and gold,
And as my hair turns grey, I hope you're there to witness it,
And if the world crumbles, we'd still laugh over an old skit,
There will be no buts,
only for, and ever,
Even if our vows won't be for each other,
we'll still tell this story of us,
to the young little piece of us,
as we tuck them into bed.

© Thalia Noya