As I stand here before thee,
I ask of thee three simple things.
Take this kiss from off mine lips,
No lie from them shall ever reach thine ears.
Take this rose I call mine heart,
Let it grow and become one with thine own.
One more thing I ask of thee,
That thou wilst love me as I love thee.
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