He’s not behind me on the path.
He is ahead of me.
He knows the ups and downs I pass.
He’ll meet me at the Tree.
His mind will be my diamond ring.
His heart will be my prize,
And nothing sweeter than his voice,
Except, perhaps, his eyes.
His smile will be my bridal veil.
His hand – my rose bouquet,
And nothing brighter than the lamp
He lifts to show the way.
(August 27, 2008, Pleasant Grove, Utah)
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