My Bride
My vows seek to enthrall
Thy youth, so true
Is in accord to what show
On my hand is a circle
Of Faith,
Oh may I persist to unite this glory
Im a laden hoping to cure
A spirit so pure
It sees the temples of what endure
Thy righteous protest
And witnesses the cross as fallen
Now, I see for me I am wakened
To meet thyne eye with beauty as I behold
My fortune is in you , you’re mine.
My bride.


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