How long does an engagement seem to the young and in-love! Still, all
good things are made better with time, or so I am told...

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Two years gone like water swift
Beneath a cobbled road.
The running river plods and drifts
Caressing every stone.

Faster, run ye river green,
From source to ocean's shore!
Two long years, a life they seem
To wait forever more.

And yet the wait is not without
A blessing or a few;
For each day brings a love devout:
It grows 'tween me and you

And nurtured by that crystal stream
For month to month on end,
Fast or slow a lover's dream
Has bound us friend to friend.

Shall I be your husband?
And make of you my wife?
Our season thus has opened
We share it with one life.


Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Miraman, in the year 400 AF.