The way I feel

when you kiss my lips,

when you caress my soul and

my spirits,

I cannot compare at all.

I don’t know a lot,

but I know love.

I know you, I know us,

and if I’m lucky,

you’ll be mine forever.

Will you take my hand,

and make me your husband,

until the very end?

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