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The words of the poem are: We must remain the same as when our hearts were inflamed with love. Or else, the solemn vows that we took will break. You’re still my love. We are first loves.
The rush of your love is like a wave, And your touch is one that I always crave. I know inside I have to be brave, And think of the future we’re going to pave.   Every second I want to savor,
I, a confused somebody in the here and now, vow to: never rush this to be the reason why you feel like you're at home to be by your side no matter where life takes us to remember this
You can dream of all the vows you wish to sing But if you recall on that fine evening Emily ascended into the darkness of the night For she had finally been free
A promise is a contemptible thing Whether by word or pen or diamond ring Because most promises come from a foolish bloke Whose lips before his mind have spoke   All promises root in an abstract idea
For better or for worse, Lovers pass. In sickness and in health, Lovers pass. The seasons seem to change with the people, Not the other way around. We’re all just floating along in this mistaken world,
Before you, my heart was failing. I couldn’t breathe, see, or feel. I was on the verge of dying before I met you. As soon as I saw you walk through those hospital doors, I knew you were the medicine I so badly needed to survive.
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