Marriage
Happenstance? No, not never.
No. I beg to differ.
It was not coinsedence.
It was divine providence.
Our encounter was born in heaven.
Like bread infused with leaven,
We quickly formed a bond,
And two became one.
Good or bad weather,
We are together forever
May but death alone part us
When we but turn to dust.
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