Is it the twenty fifth marriage anniversary
You are celebrating?
The flicker of fire arising from your hearts
Dance like a burning flower;
The essence is still rich and hanging in the
Soft curls of the women swinging to the
Beats of the music;
Have you seen the distant moon to night?
You would have gone mad and passion
Would drip like honey from your lips;
Carry on
Life is too short to celebrate the next kiss;
Give love a chance to survive and proliferate
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