Devine

Thy perfection speakest thee as mine
might we marry by the fount
oh gracious God might she speak
me hers: not to unravel my faith in thee.
The Tempst of Satan, the demon of
deceit must never show it's face.
that we might dine in perfect peace
to plan our wedding day.
Propagatated thru marraige
might we agree.
Might we be joined in the
name of God.
Speak the words that songsters
sing to unite us with a kiss.
To the nature of our relationship
might applause do then proclaim.


The purpose of marriage
the purpose of this togetherness
this here and now
that they might kiss to symbolize
there union.

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