So in High School I use to be a hopeless romantic....
Here is a poem I found along with my Senior Picture.
Let’s go back in the day!
Jamila Bridges
9 January 1998
The Wind, The Rain, and The Rainbow
The Wind nuzzles softly against my ear,
In warmth, a sweet melody I hear.
Just as my dearest love
who makes my being shine, like the heavens above.
Small, but has the toughness of a Dogwood tree.
Rough? No, Never. Always gentle to me.
Just as the grass grows,
so will our love, I’ll always know.
Even when it Rains and pours,
it still is a beautiful sight, for our love endures.
Drip Drop, Drop Drip,
Let’s listen to the message before it slips.
“For as long as the Rainbow appears
the love of God through us shall always be here.”
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