Acceptance
Yes Darling I will marry you,
It makes my dreams all come true.
To be your wife is all I need
To love and cherish you is my deed.
I’ll wash for you and cook for you
Until the day I die,
I’ll clean and polish it up for you
If you promise not to lie.
I’ll do all these things without a whine
If you will love me all the time
But one thing I will not do, for it will make us part,
Is wash your underwear because I have seen the marks.
We are happy now as we can be, he’s never played golf in his life
This is a made up fantasy, I’m happy to be his wife.
Thirty – Three years our marriage has lasted,
And grows stronger every year
Two grown sons, tall and proud can make us shed a tear.
With love for each other we are happy to be,
ALMOST an ideal family.
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