I won't marry you to get matrimony
When old, dreadful of God's adult'ry cane
Nor to show your Ex- my persimony
I won't immure you in marriage of feign
Two that God has bound, no one can untie
But two bound in dry love, makes God a liar
One can't get enough, ever delving by
Puny altercation, turns...blazing fire
Let's get married, for in our heart love rest
Always blooming, though drought comes, never scorch
And because, you've chosen me, among the best
Not for cuteness, but, love pounds in your 'box
We shall be one for our relentless desire
To be with one another, though in dire
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