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Early was the morning the sun twasn't born,
Dark the sky, conjuring up a storm.
Far off in the distance the day taking shape,
Nothing would ruin this moment--our riding escape.

The weather windy, the air crisp, cold,
Your body began to tremble, I took a hold
Of you in my arms of amorous shelter
To form warmth from this helter-skelter.

Our journey now begins, each with a horse,
I gaze upon you knowing you are my source
Of all that brings happiness, 'tis I can't deny,
For your love's like madness; mine shan't go awry.

We ease down hills and into a valley,
To the oak trees where awaits our finale.
Off my steed I embrace your fair, naked hand,
With which to lead us through timber so grand.

'Tis there our tree, the protector of our secret,
Below beds of flowers, how could I forget?
A place rich with history an' stories to be told,
Lay here we will, when even helpless and old.

On my knee my eyes search into yours,
Shaking is my hand with sweat to the pores.
I give you this ring under our fruitful tree,
Asking for your love, forever, in matrimony.