Roses are red
your lips are too
a kiss from them is fragrant as the pure flower that is you
Wedding dresses are white
your skin is too
the touch of it is smooth as the finest silk hue
Luminous light your backdrop
your presence is the foreground symbol of our life together as well
Shall I take your arm?
Now we are both under our death do us part spell
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