A RUSTIC ALABAMA ROMANCE

On red clay roads beneath a Southern sky,

Where porch lights hum and cicadas cry,

Love grew slow like a honeysuckle vine,Rooted in faith—your heart wrapped in mine.

From fields and pines to the ocean’s blue,The South led us forward, steady and true,Knees met sand as the tide held its breath,A ring, a “yes,” and forever said next.

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