The deepest part of my soul doth profess.
My past sins to her I confess.
Knowing all the evil I have done.
With her broken halo she did not run.
In her own pain she had stayed.
Until she happened on me that day.
Maybe this it was all meant to be.
Written long ago by some great divinity.
Or maybe this was chance you say.
Random coincidence that like everything will decay.
Either way, by her side I will always stand.
Accept her completely and work each day to be a deserving man.
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