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Rozz Dec 2018
Dressed in white, veiled
Trembling steps took me there
There infront of the altar, He stood
For me
Only for me
There once again our eyes locked
As we became one soul
In two Golden rings

Vows, promises, happiness;
Promises of being together
In joy and sorrow, weal and woe
Short-sighted on the near future,
We became one mind
In two Golden rings

Present me is relieved
Passed was the painful past
Those days of tears faded there,
infront of law.
Two Broken rings
Soul ripped into two.
An attempt to enter the world of poems

— The End —