Twenty-Five Years and Counting

One look in your eyes was all it took and I knew. Two is how many times I did tell you I do. Three is the number of wee lives we sprung anew. Four is how many siblings we are akin to. Five was the days from birthday to marrying you. Six was the year...

Pieces

There is told a tale of a fetching belle, Who lived on a mountain under a spell Cast on her heart before she could recall, Scattering it to pieces way too small. She ever felt lonely and set apart, For who loves one with a hole for a heart? But this spell was not without a loophole....