we’ll have this fight another day
that’s what I think, that’s what I say
because tonight is dedicated to
the sun and stars and sky and you
in fields made of mist so white
a princess lies, a lovely sight
upon the grass, the breeze so sweet
brushes her face, tickles her feet
a dandelion plucked anew
the spores fluttering where once it grew
a thousand flecks of gold that dance
and paint her, dusted in romance
laughing, light floods her throat
abolished are the words of rote
kisses pressed against her brows
soon to end in wedding vows
the church bells sing so merrily
she skips upstairs so happily
we had the fight a different day
that night was only there for play
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