It's Madness to resist the psalm of a fair late autumn,
when the soft wind carols and the mellow moon pries, 
I have told no words, only an orison wished in silence,
then a thousand years shall go on to praise and rejoice,
for our promise have crawled the beauty of distant stars,
Unexpected journey and unexpected years, how that be named?
then another thousand years I want you to see it in my eyes:    
moral, strong, and full of noble dreams,
you are perfect, my dearest friend.

Posted by:Annabel

Just a woman who writes her heart out, unapologetically……