Carefully sewn dresses hung in a closet.
Scribbled line-up notes thrown away.
Guitar chords faded.
Tears wiped away.
Hydrangeas wilted.
Tissue paper balls crushed.
Cake eaten.
Taillights disappearing down the lane.
It's all over and Abbie's hitched, but what remains is a love big enough to last a lifetime.
Love is right here. Love is alive.
Love is the way, the truth, the life.
Love is the river than flows through,
Love is the arms that are holding you.
Love is the place you will fly to,
Love never fails you.
Scribbled line-up notes thrown away.
Guitar chords faded.
Tears wiped away.
Hydrangeas wilted.
Tissue paper balls crushed.
Cake eaten.
Taillights disappearing down the lane.
It's all over and Abbie's hitched, but what remains is a love big enough to last a lifetime.
Love is right here. Love is alive. Love is the way, the truth, the life.
Love is the river than flows through,
Love is the arms that are holding you.
Love is the place you will fly to,
Love never fails you.


Those waif-like Anthropologie girls intimidate me.












