A couple knows, but a married couple understands

My aunt and uncle are two,





But when they are together,






They are one.

He is the sharp thorns to her rose.
And she is the red blazing fire to his shooting star.





And keeping their love alive isn’t a chore, But rather a decision from the heart.

Laughter comes from the jokes he says And his smiles come from the things she does.




Picture-taking, is their special way to see the moments they had






And always will have.

Song-Dedications, movie nights, and tiny little notes to one another
Are being recognized by dozen of eyes, not eyes of jealousy, but eyes of happiness for them



The “I Love You’s” and the “I Miss You’s” is said with meaning, that their heart can only feel.




























What is Love?
Love has no definition,
But when I see these two, they prove me wrong.