The heart is treacherous, but by it our love we pledged,
wary of its fickleness unraveling what we held.
So, I promise this as God demands of me
to love you with all my mind, will, and integrity.
A poet wrote, 'i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)'.
I will carry yours in mine so you can fill up all its space.
So, declare to me this-
Dilectus meus mihi et ego illi qui*.
* My dear one is mine and I am his.
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