In health and not sickness,
In wholeness and not brokenness,
Today I wed you, beloved woman.
And when your narrow waist -
Becomes broader than your base,
I'll make sure to run in haste.
And I'll kiss your sweet young face,
For you make my heart race,
Hit forty baby I'll vanish without a trace -
And when you are in menopause,
Bye bye love you're a clause
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