Chimes, wedding bands defeat deceit
Time's killing hands would sunder.
Both land and foam henceforth call home,
ignore fears, lightning, thunder.
Love countermands suspicions, greets
each day with playful wonder,
near, far apart, hearts cleave, to Rome
all roads lead, none need wander.
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