Thomas Hardy Style
She to He:
We drive up the hills
we drive through the dales.
Life is so sweet
as in old fairytales.
You talk about 'now'
and you tell me of 'then'
but when shall we marry
tomorrow or when?
Can't wait any longer
I am counting each day.
Hearing vows at the Altar
would take sorrow away.
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