My Love,

Slowly I take thine hand,
And hang my head in shame,
The guild of this promised land,
Makes me the one to blame,

I am looking in thine angelic eyes now,
As I can avoid your light,
At this moment, I give thee my vows,
My vow for every night,

As we stand opposite to each other,
I'll tell thee, my love,
Time is not the thing that bother,
It's the presence of thy dove,

Thine hair floats in the wind,
As it seems to be enchanted,
Punishing those that already have sinned,
But giving them also what they've wanted,

It's thee my dear,
The most beautiful human on earth,
That's got me here,
Thank the one who gave thee birth,