It remains to be seen,
How your family will react to me,
A foreign man taking their angel away,
A bit older and beginning to grey.
Perhaps they'll see me as an enemy,
Leaving me lonely, wandering the streets,
Or perhaps I'll be seen as a white knight,
Leading the path to a better way of life.
Either way, I believe that love always win,
Or else we may face a reckoning.
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