The orchestra of life
rehearsed throughout my childhood.
Our meeting, the maestro's baton upon the stand.
Your steadfast perserverance,
the cello's courtship song,
the flutes our first shy conversations sighed.
My careful dance of love and fear
the harpist's range explored,
and strings together yielded ramparts high.
The darkest storms of sorrow's night
the timpani's thunder rolled,
yet glory's trumpeteers announced the dawn!
Your triumphs and my failings,
Your weaknesses, my strengths,
together sing the bridge between our souls.
In sorrow and in joy,
In health and in sickness,
In youth and through old age,
For my partner and my friend,
And forsaking all others,
I choose you.
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