Like everything else, marriage has fluctuations – lulls of calm, periods of bliss, and occasions of woe. The two peas in a pod will remain, but must take pains not to become separated.
Two peas
A cosy pod
Joy in their little space
Togetherness much of the time
Bliss
Two peas
A woeful pod
Trials in the little nook
Bound together, overcome
Sadness
Two peas
In a green pod
Must grope in the dark and
Know that they will find each other
Finally
Two peas
In a small pod
Together in green peace
Bound in joy, to infinity
They thrive.
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