Sooner will always be later
Waiting and wishing for time to run
Thinking that it gets closer with every passing breath.
The tapping of the fingers and the pounding of the heart. ...
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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