Will you marry me?
No gold to woo
No ring to offer
I lack fair tales
In my lips of clay
To anchor your hope
Will you marry me?
Be my children’s mother
Carry them in your womb
Feed them with your rudder
Raise them on your laps
Set my home in order
If you marry me
I have my heart to share
My blood to offer
My love to lavish
My time to squander
My body to give up.
(To unmib)
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