It is the faulty weakness of the heart
To find love first before life may start.
For are we not born the day we wed,
Or do we start anew instead?
A lifetime to wait for the blissful day
To find true love-of this, we pray!
The greatest gift we ever gave:
Cherished forever- beyond the grave.
Since, if for love, too short we fall...
We might as well not live at all.
Like air we breathe, it is what we give-
For is it not what makes us live?
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