By Original Work
My wife %s thing happened,
We slipped on ice to the show,
With what a fix in our hearts,
And and that was that.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The memory finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For moments beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So slipped on ice and dance, friends,
With what a fix filling each day,
Till dreams guide us home again,
And we find our love for aye.
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