How can a man be given
a good and faithful wife,
and return to her, even
one day, never mind a life?

How delicately to carry
this fine vessel of clay;
to leave all to marry
and hold dear all the way!

Infatuation was led by desire,
but love stuck through war.
Appreciation taught me to admire,
and love grows evermore.

“I do” are heartfelt words no doubt,
but then to live them daily!
I can say them well before a crowd-
they don’t see me failing.

With thankfulness and trembling
I proceed in this life,
to cherish her, remembering
before me comes my wife.

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