Without duress I've come
to your adorable shrine
with solemn words
hanging on my lips
Hear my plea
O, fairest lady
of my own volation
I do confess my unfailing love
Heed to this song
of my heartbeat
the rhymes of
the flowing blood
in my veins
One thing they do say
one vow they make
one word they do
utter in unison
is to love
you
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