He was like a river to me,
So gentle and quiet,
So sincere and so beautiful.
His love makes me weak,
but at the same time he makes me strong.
I belong to him,
forever, forever, and forever,
And I will love him,
Till death do us part,
For better or for worse,
But I hope in these simple words,
He would understand that no man, no thing, or even death,
Can take me away from him.
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