Carrie's Poem

His hello was the end of her endings.
Her laugh was their first step down the aisle.
His hand would be hers to hold forever.
His forever was as simple as her smile.

An ocean couldn't prevent it.
A New York minute wouldn't let it pass.
Does the Universe decide for us
Which love will fade and wich will last?

He said she was what was missing.
She said instantly she knew.
She was a question to be answered.
And his answer was, "I do".

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