With the honesty
Of a rose
Is our love 
Stem thorns and all
Picked and added
In a bouquet 
Shared and loved
To represent our souls
This beautiful day
Gina, and I, Paul

Of our youth 
As her tears
And her smiles
In love
Bloom 
By greatest song by lyre or lute 
In my soul and in truth 
For together we belong, 
In tune

With all of the passions
I will try to love her
With a love so rarely known
Such is her allure 
Her passion, her grace
At last 
I will give my life, my time, my heart
My selfish ways I will not condone

And, O, I see that we are meant to last long

Life realized
Seasons understood in silence
The air ripe with reasons 
Telling us to move on along
And that this the essence of our love 
Is the answer to our violence
Without any falsity or treasons 
A lasting love, of meaning
As the entire universe and its song

Of all who will love her 
And all who will need her
I seek and hope to be the one
The greatest 
To keep her favours 
And last like the stars in the sky above
Never to decieve her
Permanent, and but to God undone
And know to her my being I gave her

To never lose and to never grieve her 
Through all trials and labours
I wish to see her 
Every day 
I want to grow
Encircled in her love 
Honest, modest, surrendering my vanity to faith 
Blessed by the lord above 
And together we will go on
Where love and mystery are placed

To be the one to win her
Her affections 
Her passions 
Her song 
I dream only 
These are not lies
Is what most I think of 
As the prime of my life it comes 
And, kissed, freed, goes on and on, it flies

Even though I do not mind feeling melencholic or lonely 
The future I am building and I rely 
Without neglections
Is like a holy city
Only distant do I espy 

And to it so I journey
O, Gina, to you

And that the truth that love is a fact
And our love is our truth 
Kissed with God's reflection
Like the tides, I will adapt to her desires
I will abidingly always react 
She brings my soul to light 
She brings it higher 
On direction

If it goes my way, for once 
We will share our selves, our lives, our plans 
With a commitment so pure and lovely and honourful 
That it never ever dies 
Eternal in time's remembered lands 
And turn to years, from monthes
hours, minutes, seconds

O, my God ...
Am I worthy of her hand?

She gives me her heart
Yet

I was captured from the start
And I will give her mine 
I do not wish to part 
From her love's absolving, sanctifying salvation and design

And for her alone I will create my art 
And for her alone utter my words
The palace of my imagination 
Will merge 
With the beauty and truth of 
Our hearts' foundations, 
Evils purged

Of all of my will, essence, and intentions' part 
I shall give to her --
My stolid art
Like still waters run so deep 
In my silence I shall truly live for her 
And, this oath, cherish and keep
My promise for
My song, my swan, my breath, my love 
My heart

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