You are the hunter,
Who never misses, you always bring home the kill.
You are the warrior,
Who never dies, and always wins his prize.
You are the sniper,
That with one shot, brings the target down.
You are the architect,
With pen drawn, who sketched out a home.
You are the builder,
Who with but his own hands, created your home.
You are the welder,
Who with blazing torch, can create or destroy.
You are the father,
Whose son, idolizes, and daughters, adore.
You, are the wild west,
Whom Indians would have called friend.
You are the man I love,
With all my heart, who taught me how to love.
You are the other half,
Of the covenant, that God has brought to pass.
You are the bridegroom,
And I am your bride.
The day we wed,
Will be glorious, the finest day of days.
For our love, will have made it,
Despite all the nay sayers..
For the love of my life...
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