After the years of sorrow and joy I look around

I see the window where I stood, lips tingling and hands held

I walk over to the chair, where one knee was bent

A shriek of yes was to be heard from all around

I remember tempers flared and sorrow filled  in the garden

The chestnut tree heard it all

I sit by the fire, where we sat with our precious creation in our arms

Joy and awe were alight that night

I can still hear the quietness that the dead of night brought,

 when we decided we had fought

Fought for the spoken ‘I do’, the silent vow we said everyday

And in the quite chaos I became an enlightened soul

We were not ending, we were breaking to begin again

We were broken pieces, weathered by storms of thunder and snow

I look around, after all theses years

I see pieces of joy, sorrow and despair

I see pieces of desire, safety and happiness

These pieces make up our home

These pieces make up our love