Love
Oh how she is the most lovely to me.
With our troubles I see us not apart.
Thus disparity I forever see.
Love not a breeze, I hold close to my heart.
Thee most beautiful worth more than all gold.
O' my fair warrior keeps me so humble.
Our love so strong I see us growing old.
Thou by my side our love will not crumble.
Because you I am a better soilder.
Having a love like this is so surreal.
Despite all my pain you are my shoulder.
It may get bumpy, I know we will heal.
With you our love last till the end of time.
Thus for my dear love I'll do any crime.
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