A story begins
By the attachement of 2 rings
Far in some distinct land
They try and blend
The relationship they share
The way they care
Something diffrent something new
Something unspoken to a few
They lived together till their death
And hand in hand they went ahead
I would reveal their story
Which has always been a never ending mystry
Their mystry of true love
Which is just like a vow
When the sky was at its drakest
And the rain was at its fastest
A tree used as shed
And the grass as the bed
The girl n the boy met
And no words used any longer to express their fret.
