Dear Future Wife
Dear Future Wife,
How beautiful you are to me
Yet who knows if our eyes have met
It pains me to try living patiently
I will wait for you and will have no regrets
For one day I will give my all to you
And I pray that you will do the same
Whether rich or poor, I will remain true
As long as you hold my last name
You will be honored and served
You're wonderful like a work of art
To call you my wife, I'll be undeserved
My bride, you have already stolen my heart.
Love,
Your Future Husband,
David
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