Letters to Luthien

Letters to My Future Bride

Fields of Gold

My Darling, every letter I write is a seed in the garden of our love.

One day I will come to you, and with me, bring the harvest time grants us.

Then, we will walk in bliss through the vineyards, arm in arm, plighting our troth among the fields of gold.

I promise.

August 28, 2012 - Posted by | Promises

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