No marriage is perfect, no bond is divine,
Mine’s no exception, with its share of strife and grime,
Periodically, we clash, in heated arguments and fights,
But in the end, love prevails, and our passion ignites.
Our policy’s clear: no argument stretches too far,
Beyond 72 hours, we make amends, like shining stars,
We know that love’s the anchor, that holds us tight,
Through life’s turbulent waves, we ride, into the night.
In the eye of the storm, our love shines bright,
A beacon of hope, that guides us through the fight,
We know that we’re not perfect, but our love is true,
And in each other’s arms, we find our haven anew.
So let the thunder roll, and the lightning flash,
Our love will weather the tempest, and forever last,
For in the heat of the moment, our passion takes flight,
And in each other’s love, we find our peaceful night.
