There is a sacred forest
And a mystical, hidden cabin
Where a priestess
Awaits our arrival.
She’ll look into our eyes
And hold our hands together
And then pronounce magical words
Assuring our love for eternal ages.
When we leave
The priestess’ cabin,
Flowers will fall
From the sky like rain
And nothing will separate us.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shower-of-flowers/
