...is the most beautiful gift of all.
In its youth, standing proud and tall
Ready to denounce critics...snarl.
Thus it matured, knowing its creaks and faults
And lingers to its last recall...
Comes a stranger, meek and mild
Giving credence to a life where none shall lie
The gifts of love now like ashes fly
For a Promise to Honour and Obey
Her love walks by...
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