Im not a shinging white knight

I am your gardener

I will pull the weeds from our yard so our buttercups, our snowdrops grow long after the stones of our home crumble and the memory of our love is whispered among the neighbors hearths

Im not a shining white knight

I am your farmer

I will make the tobacco fields be bountiful with God’s benevolence and care for the angus cattle, the steers since they will inhabit our fields and table. Feeding the life we brought forth together as they grow and discover themselves.

I am not your shining white knight

I am your partner

When you ride into that forever sunset I will follow, to shepherd and drive Gods herd’s together because I cannot find another sunset worth seeing without you, for in my life I have had many loves but none so breathtaking as the life I shared owith you