At some point, in every man’s life,
He finds the perfect woman, his soul mate, his wife,
From the first meeting, it’s instantly known,
That the feelings they have, are theirs, and theirs alone,
Its stronger somehow, not simply love at first sight,
Not a doubt in their minds, it’s something they can’t fight,
Through good times, and bad, they weather the storm,
It’s a struggle, a fight; it defies the norm,
With this love that ebbs and flows like the sea,
How did I get so lucky that you chose me?
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