Our hearts are in God's hands.
Tenth grade poetic history, eternal love.
Dunwoody hallway, Ronnie and Sue: tryst.
Walking through New Orleans, together again.
A Georgia loss, the only downside
Soft mist, Spanish moss, your smile.
Were you serious? Of course, silly.
Your glance in the church, priceless.
Quiet walks in Welsh castle gardens.
First breakfast under the Hollywood sign.
English honeymoon: twin beds for two
Moscow on the Hudson, remember dear?
A long wait, then infant perfection.
A duplicate little Cindy to be.
Reading Uncle Remus, falling asleep together.
When she's gone, we grow closer.
You're the one I chose, my love.
You're always the one I fell for.
Our hearts are in God's hands.
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