O my dear woman

You had your cries
And your surprise

You saw what I was giving to you
And it wasn’t a bad screw

You saw my reality transforming yourself
And put it in a golden shelf

You are the one to marry
And live happily forever to carry

You are my dear woman
And my half of my humanity helping me as a noblewoman

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

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