Ceruill - Wedding Vows to Ophiel

If life shall strike thee bitter wounds,
Tis I shall bind them, make thee whole.
If thou art weary, falter, fall,
Then I shall carry, hold thee high.

If grief or rage moves hateful tears,
Then I shall catch them, make them gold.
If home is lost, with me tis found,
For where thou art, my home is bound.

And so I swear this unto thee,
In fell oath held eternally,
'I'm thine to hold, I'm thine to take,
With whom to sleep, with whom to wake.
I'm thine to call, I'm thine to send,
I'm thine to raise and thine to rend,
I'm thine to love and thine to keep,
With whom to laugh, with whom to weep.'
Let he from whom all blessings flow,
The high lord Eru make it so.

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