Poetic Paean To Papas Princess

Poetic paean to papa's princess Otherwise titled: Mien wonderful wedded divine wife whose piercing deliverance..., a balm ameliorating tattooed strife despite being dirt poor, I cherish her pricelessness, how nice, a beacon complementing/ supplementing homelife, who will forever be with me even during our (mine atheistic couched) afterlife. She, the mother of our deux darling daughters, I adore though ofttimes, she never knows... expressing love tis quite an arduous chore concerning me upon this (we quietly celebrate wedding anniversary two days hence, whoa... how quickly time doth pass, cuz we wed yes already number xxiv, i.e. twenty four) orbitz around the sun, we reminisce... So much emotional turbulence nearly rent asunder, I accept culpability (yours truly) strayed against sacred covenant went wayward intrepid misdeeds nearly perilously upended marriage, said vaguely worded insensate blunder wrought catastrophic upheaval reigned analogous how millenniums ago Vandals, Huns, Goths, et cetera did plunder and ransack the outer limits of Roman empire our pledged troth shattered, whereby the missus outclassed Zeus, she emitted deafening thunder, yet annulment nor divorce, she would not grant sigh of great relief and mystery I wonder... To this July twenty third - how hands of father time speedily lept away two thousand and twenty, an (extra) ordinary day to be alive and appreciate sticktoitiveness toward her, whose troth I pledged courtesy thee (sacrilegious infidel) mine discreet liaisons spouse forgave NOT telling me hike along highway and/or boulevard of broken dreams, motorway avoided, cuz she thee missus WANTED me to stay in role of legally wedded husband (and father to deux special grown lasses) when they (progeny)... were just newborn babes yesterday!