The Prologue
The prologue.
Husband and wife, rooted in love,
Their peace envy of all,
Man a lion, woman a dove;
One in the hall,one outside the wall.
Decades they both swim in praise,
Till this day none can ever think,
When dove weeps and calls lion craze;
Right or wrong, none can find the link.
Then comes the crown of the town,
Who pets the two with balmy words:
Return to love and bring devil down,
Queens in rooms scold their royal Lords.
The path of love though sweet can also be cold,
Lend us your ears and enjoy the oxymoron of love;
This is the delicious dish we are about to serve:
Husbands are in heaven whose wives never scold .
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