Dear my love,
This is it.
My first love
and it is you.
This is it.
I am going for the goal,
I am holding up my pride.
And I am,
thinking of every minute,
You have smiled at me.
It is the only thing keeping me happy...
This is it.
I will walk out this door
my head up,
my body strong.
Here we go...
Gotta go ask you to marry me.
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