Can I take your hand in mine?

Can I make your day as golden as the Summer sky?

Can I take your hopes and turn them into reasons why the moon hangs like a beacon, to guide our way and delineates passing from our day, to day?

Can I take your hand into mine, to have and to hold till the end of time.

Annie Read

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