My love for you will increase fourfold,
The day I get to see you in white and gold.
Soon every day your hand I will get to hold,
Will hold it tight like ice cubes in a mould.
Distance makes the heart go cold,
Or so I have been told.
But this heart is made of gold,
And to you now it is sold.
p.s- White and gold being traditional bridal wear in my country.