Emerald Streams
Megan, my love, with eyes like emerald streams,
In the quiet of our shared moments, it seems,
We’ve danced on the edge of forgotten dreams,
Where the river’s current whispers secrets and gleams.
From the Mason cabin’s cozy hearth, we’ve soared,
To outlet mall parking lots, where love’s flame roared,
And at Railbird music festival, our hearts implored,
To weave melodies together, forevermore.
Your loyalty, Megan, is a beacon in the night,
Guiding me through battles, both dark and bright,
As PTSD’s shadows wane in your illuminating light,
Our love, a sanctuary where healing takes flight.
So let’s sway to Morgan Wallen’s soulful tunes,
And lose ourselves in Tyler Childers’ moonlit monsoons,
For in this symphony of us, our hearts attune,
To a love that transcends time, like ancient runes.
Megan, my wife, with eyes like emerald streams,
You’re my refuge, my compass, my cherished dreams,
Together, we’ll write our story in sunbeams,
Forever entwined, in love’s eternal themes.