As we stood before God and said "I do"
we looked into one another's eyes
we were in love
We gave it our all
devoted our lives to our family
sacrificed unselfishly
As we stand before God
we are in pain
our marriage falling apart
as we travel our different paths
help us to remember the good
let us think of their needs
I will be here with your soul in my hands
while you gently carry mine
take with you the memory of my love.
About the Creator
Kadee Grace
Author/Singer/Songwriter/Freelancer/Poet/Ghostwriter
Love to write fiction, non-fiction in many genres. Have written hundreds of novels, novellas and series for people who wanted to be authors. Love writing Bible Studies.
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Sadly beautiful