Day 21

It's nice to hear "I Love you" in return,
Not just echoes in a silent room.
Your eyes tell me not to yearn.,
My heart no longer wears a costume.

Having you in my arms,
Shows me how wrong the last ones were.
I've fallen for your witty charm,
Resulting in heartbreak's cure.

I'm looking forward to many years,
Covered in your sweet kisses.
We'll walk together to a new a frontier,
Hand in hand, me your man, you my missus.