I Reluctantly Agreed to Marry Myself

MY RETELLING:

I hope you do; can’t wait to see
What flows from your Word Wizardry.
I never knew you’d wait for me
To be the shelter that you seek,
Rain down and pour those tears on me.

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I Reluctantly Agreed to Marry Myself

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