I don't really care for it myself, but I thought I'd give you critics something to rip to shreds
Softly radiant, train is flowing.
Walking slowly, gaily glowing.
Moments flying, organ playing.
Still in rapture, inward praying.
Joining hands and kneeling, they both
Promise, solemn marriage oaths.
Ever smiling, often crying.
Love is living, self is dying.
