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We spent our days in the meadow as children,

swinging from vine to vine.

Being wild and breaking the rules,

as we chased each other through the woods.

I was told to stay away from you,

that you would not be the one for me.

I couldn't help but feel they were wrong,

 running to the meadow finding you felt just right.

Perhaps I was being rebellious,

or maybe I new we were meant to be together.

We had talked about running away,

and never looking back at the past.

I hoped you were telling the truth,

as we spent hours in the meadow talking by the lake.

You worried I would regret my decisions,

even though I new my life was right in front of my eyes.

If I were to stay where I am now,

I'd be force to forget about you and never look back.

Marry the one they have chosen for me,

when truly my heart already belongs to you.

That would be a regret I'm not willing to take,

I hope now you take my hand so we can run away.

Life will not be the same,

If I'm always swinging by myself.

But having you as a partner shall be divine,

for we'll swing through life just fine.

Now take my hand,

and lead us to our life together.