A wise person would acclaim
that there are just two crucial days in his life
The first is the time when until the earth they came
The last is that day when the thread of life falls upon the knife
"A third!", "There must be a third", I say
Sit down and your minds allow me to sway
It is veritable that life and death are important periods
"But", I ask for doe-eyed, " shouldn't also when the natural laws fall apart count?"
When the rules of mathematics are made ridiculous
That time when two parts become of one heart?
Marriage is a mystery, that's true
It needs love and respect to protect
However, not everything about it is always erect
For there are periods when the unit is blue
Still, it must be nice, I always say
because it would never die
People remember to always make hay
while the golden sun does continue to shine.