Marriage

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A union for two
When the age is due
Tis joined by love
And spreads it's wings like a dove

Two hearts cojoined
For none to exploit
Lovers sitting in a carriage
It's called Marriage

But to my dismay
I really have to say
This love can be abused
Or be fairly used

If it's out of lust
It will end in a bust
Or for the love of money
One would end up running

But if I do praytell
And I mean well
Only the sheer guidance
Of the Lord God in abundance

Can sustain this love
As it springs from above

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