This beautiful romantic presentation brought to mind a lovely poem that I read many moons ago called ’ODE TO LOVE’
How will this pure white blossom grow, How will it bloom through storm and snow; Through wind and hail and falling rain, Will it survive, remain the same?
Born in the early days of Spring, It woke to hear a robin sing; And lifting up its eyes did sign, To see a rainbow in the sky.
Through all of life’s trials - that come and go, Its roots go down deep - of this we know; And, like our love, it shall not die, But bloom forever beneath God’s sky.
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