as I prepare to take the final leap,
fears clogs my throat,
yet a belief I truly keep
yes, I firmly believe
that we are meant to be
not because the divine ordained us to be together,
not because we are perfectly suited to each other
(we are in what we need,
what we want can sometimes feel like another matter)
but because we love each other so,
we would hold up the sky, we would row down the river to Mordor,
with your banner in my hand,
with my shield guarding you,
yes, as fear clogs my throat,
faith in us, I still hold.
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