She yielded herself to each caress--
Her brown eyes glowed softly bright;
Her very self spoke, "happiness"--
And tender was the night.
We had vowed to each our love,
And true we would remain.
With union blessed by God, above,
Our life would be a lovely refrain.
As we united to be as one,
There was little to be said,
For, in our lives, God's will was done
In the night that we were wed.
By L. B. Strawn
September 13, 1994