In the crick’s white water, I skip from rock to rock, And the rush of the stream mirrors my heart’s wild clock. Morgan Wallen’s voice, like a warm southern breeze, Spins me around, memories twirling, setting me free.
The lyrics weave tales of love, unbridled and true, As if the universe conspired, just for me and you. The Smoky Mountains stand witness, their ancient trees, And I, Zac, hold your gaze, lost in love’s sweet unease.
The creek, our canvas, where adventure took flight, Where chaos and laughter danced, day into night. And in that perfect moment, eternity spun, Megan, my dream girl, whispered, “Yes,” under the sun.
Bound by love, by the river’s song, we became one, In the quiet of twilight, where memories remain undone. Megan Danielle, the love of my life, forever embossed, A melody unfinished, a bridge forever crossed.
Missing her 9
In the crick’s white water, I skip from rock to rock, And the rush of the stream mirrors my heart’s wild clock. Morgan Wallen’s voice, like a warm southern breeze,…