I am not against marriage.
Nor am I a prude.
I can understand marrying once.
And having that marriage not work out.
I've done it.
With sympathies extended.
But after two?
A third knock out I've avoided.
I know what I can and can not do.
Those who marry three, four, five and six times?
Should know be then,
It is not the marriage they intend.
But it is the love for the ceremony!
And not for the person foolish enough,
To hear tainted vows...
Confessed to repeat over and over again!
With no guarantee...
That person they marry is listening.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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