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Planted in the loamy soil
The seeds of our love were scattered
Watered everyday with purpose and joy
like nothing else ever mattered
As time went on, it sprouted up
Climbing high as we too did sore
The stem it hardened, like our bond
As more love onto we did pour
Days turn to weeks and weeks to months
For each other we will always care
Our tree grew big, flowers did bloom
And fruit it came to bare
The fruit of our love was sweet and nice
and firm down to its core.
Forever we'll be together, hand in hand
For it is you who I adore.
Everyday our tree stands tall,
Our names I engrave on the base of its trunk
We may argue sometimes, we may fight, we may cry
For we are human, not a spiritual monk
We make mistakes, but still grow strong
Aside our Oak, Standing strong through the strife.
It'll always be there, No matter how tough
And It'll be there When I make you my Wife.
I love you so much Laura,
My beautiful Fiancé.
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