I stop to see
A snapshot of love as it passes me by
as it passes around me
Love, what a beautiful sight
I see it in their eyes
I see it in their smiles
Passion that burns within
Flames that consume thought and feeling
Hearts entwined together
as hands entangle each other
Time fades in shared moments
in precious memories
I stop and I ponder
Love, is it passing me by?
Oaks of Righteousness
'...and they will be called Oaks of Righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor.' - Isaiah 61:3
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