You were the dart that was shot in my heart
The woman that's meant for me
You had me at hello, I'm one lucky fellow
I knew it would end on one knee
It's always been said, we make our own bed
And live with the choices we make
In becoming my wife, you corrected my life
We sleep so the sooner we wake
Only a mother shows love like no other
Inner beauty by all accounts
Your morals and humor started the rumor
Of character in vast amounts
Like aging of wine, getting better with time
No matter how long that it's been
I believed from the start, ‘til death do us part
So I'd do it all over again
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