A storm could come, the winds will blow The rain can wash away But what we have will stand forever, to last another day. The world can rail, their weapons clatter Let them wage their wars But peace I’ve found, and all that matters Everything here in your arms.” “Wow,” Bristol whispers, eyes wide, mouth softened into a smile. “That isn’t Neruda, is it? Who wrote that?” I tip up her chin and lay my lips against hers. No need to tell her yet that it could be part of my wedding vows. “Just something I’m working on.”
