After the nuptial knot is tied
Before the collars, the cold altars,
And all the joyous waiting mortars,
The duo begin a new life so wide.
Every night the man sows seeds,
Under the watch of moons and stars
Taking her to a land, very, very far
And with Faith they remove the weeds.
The farmer patiently waits to reap
What he sowed on the deep hairy land
Bereft of the known earthen sand,
The seeds too towards the region they creep.
Many a fail of the seed brings a trouble
Leading the union to its first shamble.
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