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Whoever finds a wife finds a good thing,
And obtains favour from the Lord above.
You are that good thing, my answered prayer,
The embodiment of grace, of peace, of love.
Happy wife, happy life — they say it lightly,
But I have lived it as a sacred truth,
For your smile is the sunlight of myself dwelling,
Your joy is the keeper of my youth.
I promise to treat you better,
Not merely in words, but in the way I live,
To love you not when it is convenient,
But with all the love a man can give.
To be with you forever,
Not for a season, not for fleeting years,
But through the autumns of our lives,
Until eternity itself disappears.
I will never mistreat you, never forsake you,
My vow is carved upon my heart,
I will always be by your side,
Till death itself shall try to do us part.
When life gives you lemons, I will make your lemonade,
I will turn your bitterness to sweet,
When the world grows heavy and unkind,
I will be the calm beneath your feet.
I will be there to give you a shoulder to lean on,
When strength abandons you and hope feels thin,
I will be there to wipe your tears,
When the night is long and sorrows creep within.
Because being yours is my purpose,
And loving you is my eternal goal,
You are my everything, my world beyond measure,
The prayer that completes my soul.
Your love is a treasure I have never taken for granted,
A rare jewel I could never trade,
It is depthless, endless, and divine,
The kind for which empires would fade.
So take my hand, my wife, my forever,
Let me love you as a man was born to do,
Wholly, deeply, faithfully and endlessly,
For there is no life, my love, without you.
When life gives you lemons
You make lemonade
I am a banana
A beaten and bruised banana
Too ugly to sit on the marble countertop in the kitchen
Wouldn’t want the house to look poor and unkept, right?
The good news is that there are layers to the banana
The bad news is that when you peel the unappealing-looking exterior, a mushy interior meets your eye
Too soft to enjoy without leaving a bad taste in your mouth
When life gives you a banana like this
You make banana bread
I am a banana
I can’t make banana bread because I am a mere ingredient in the delicious pastry
I am the unwanted ingredient that can magically turn useful by the powers of others
I need flour to hold me together and keep me from going all over the place
I need sugar to make my softness appear sweet to others
I need baking soda to help me rise and grow out of my imperfections
And I need someone willing to put in the effort to make me into tasty banana bread
Damn, I want some banana bread right now
Who’s cookin’?
The poor lovely lemon,
It’s really so unfair
An arbitrary choice?
Then why not choose a pear?
Why pick on little lemons
A bit sour to the taste?
An unfair connotation
Common sense has been displaced
My car is such a lemon,
Is said to mean, its junk!
And that ‘When life gives you lemons”…
Is just a lot of bunk
Why lemons are delicious
In their bright and cheery hue
There seems to be no end to just what
They can do for you
Now, they can bleach your elbows
And can even lighten hair
Try sitting in the sun
With your hair that’s full of pear
And maybe most important,
At least it is for me!
I need them for my cocktails
Well, I need a lemon tree!
i buy only gold glitter so that all that glitters is gold
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if opposites attract then would opposite not attract the same
Als well has dried up but it it lasted a while
unfortunately he fell in it and died didn't end well
not in love but my head is still over my heels
when life gives you lemons squirt them in its eye who wants lemons
always get out of my bed at the bottom
so i can punch anybody that says i got out the wrong side
see if you count in half seconds is that a waste of time
if all the worlds a stage
wheres the exit
i don't seem myself
then why the are you telling me
A neighbor got a lovely gift
Of lemons, but too much
For her to use so, neighborly,
She chose to get in touch.
She emailed with an offer
That her bounty she would share
Since even after using some,
She still had lots to spare.
I told her I would take a few
And thanked her, just to find
She’d left an overflowing bag,
By my front door, behind.
With way too many, I did try
To send a big bunch back
But she declined, quite sure I’d use
Each lemon in the sack.
A recipe for lemon cookies,
Using juice and zest,
Appealed to me; I made a batch
But, truth be told, at best
They were so mediocre
They were barely fit to eat,
Not lemony enough and yet
Too far from being sweet.
You might suspect this failure
Left me saddened and dismayed,
But I’ll follow that old saying
And just make some lemonade!