Oh my love, I love you so,
For in the dark, our love will grow,
The gaping leagues, the miles a p a r t
These times we’re in will strengthen our ♥s

Here we stand, two lovers make,
the waters tremor, mountains s^ha_ke
But only in our ♥s and minds,
For truly, now, our love’s divine

you are my summer,
my winter and spring,
my autumn mists,
my song to sing♪

You’ve been my pillow for sleepy head,
and shrine for words I’ve never said
My walking staff when I am _down,
My ^sm_il^e to cure my every _fr^ow_n,

Your beauty of the summer rose,
No poem, story, song, or prose,
could ever truly match your life,
your love, your soul, your peace, or strife

You are my summer,
my winter and spring,
my autumn mists,
my wedding ring