Oh you old man.
How could you love her,
A girl so young and beautiful??
Simple.
Because she is the sun.
She is life.
Her blushed cheeks are your mornings.
Her braids are your sanctuary.
Her spirit is your air.
They will tell you you don't belong,
You with the face of a troll
And she a goddess in grace.
But you know the truth.
You two were made for each other.
So hold her.
Cover up your ears and hold her.
Hold her close,
Hold her long,
Till death do you part.
Hold her.
Hold her and never let her go.