The things you sense, bewilder me.
From where comes such conviction
which makes you oblivious to any obstacle?
Why should I have been so privileged
that you picked me to partner with?
Is marriage destined or finally, a thing accidental?
I wish I had noted the day of the week,
the hour of the day when first I laid eyes on you.
You thought it my pickup line; "You speak English, don't you?"
We have traveled far and wide,
with band of kids by our side,
our scant possessions in nomad parcels.
You always warn me to employ stealth,
and so I have and so I do, and here we are today,
sitting pretty, ready for the next Great Depression.
You are my strong arm Queen,
a king's delight, a virtuous woman,
a woman who fits right...
the dream within a dream.
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