Whatever could these struggles do,
But make me so much more love you?
That’s the blessing of marrying
Young, before the heart’s despairing
Because it never found a mate,
Since its pride made it wait too late.
It is well we wed ere we were
Established like ancient Ashur,
For by so doing we may prove
Our constancy and profound love
By riding out together the
Fierce, buffeting waves of life’s sea
And temptation’s gusts, so that we’ll
Be able to more deeply feel
Appreciation and respect,
Since we were able to direct
Ourselves worthy of a medal
For our battle proven mettle.
Otherwise we might easily
Cave in at the first sign of the
Problems that all marriages will
Face, being made of tin not steel.
Our matrimony’s strengthened in
The furnace of youth’s affliction.