In the name of God, most Gracious, most Loving.
Between the pages of their story, love rained on her...
I took you to the valley of the roses
and they bowed to your beauty
For it was not the roses that gave you
your scent, but you the roses.
It was then that I knew of my love for you.
Your innocence and wisdom transformed each rose.
As it did me. We held hands and ran to
the top of the valley. The sun rose for
us and its light surrounded our bodies.
I put my arms around you and kissed you.
It was then that I knew you were worth the wait...
-NN
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