A few years ago, a little boy i was
Gentle, respectful and the world was no curse
With tears i remember that purity
That i held with both hands hoping for eternity ...
This is what I vow;
He shall have my heart to keep,
Sweetly will we stir and sleep,
All the years, as now.
Swift the measured sands may run;
Love like this is never done;
He and I are welded one:
This is what I vow.
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