Many a time we quarreled
Over a thousand matters,
We argued, at times shouted
At each other, and exchanged
Embarrassing looks or stares,
And even angry gestures!
But they all were short-living
And we smiled at each other,
Laughed at our foolish manners,
Realizing what we thought grave
Was silly to be ignored
In our good long nuptial life!
We pity those poor couples
Whose conjugal quarrels last
For hours, more than half a day,
That dawn can't shower its light
On their simple hearts, as there
Grew hatred like a poison tree!
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