Surely, there exists a Devine Guardian of our souls
Whom by His perfect will our love will mature
From whom the gift of immortality will be bestowed
To the furthest ends of time our love will flow
Our reassurance in eternity is sure
When the strife of life will at last be o'er
That our love on earth though froth with trials
Will reach the infinite heights of forever more
And then we both in Spirits will rejoice
Free in our delicate essence to be bold
As angels of beauty we will then explore
The depth to which our vows do hold
