I was never an early riser Yet I watched the dawn break that day Hiking up a mountain Whose history is as old as time Whose stories are biblical Stories of an army lost to themselves A place where many lives were lost Juxtaposed with the new beginning of mine For as the sun creeped up Over the horizon to announce The start of day once again He asked me the question that would Stay etched in brain, in my heart The sapphire placed onto my finger To proclaim to the world That I am his, his is mine A promise made on land Where other promises had gone to die The blood of the past Binding me to him Sealing our sacred pact I’m still not an early riser But I’m glad I was that day