When I am quite content with my existence,
No longer anxious in pursuit of a magic spell,
I shall succumb to your delicate insistence
Feeling that in the end it'll turn out well.
It is unlikely that it'll be a perfect marriage
Of utter harmony and ceaseless mirth,
But like well-matched horses in a carriage,
We demonstrate each other's worth.
From broad-minded arguments we shall not shun
For frequently, Truth is in discussion born.
Affection will prove itself in the long run,
Esteem and adoration leave no room for scorn.
Commitment is not a synonym for sacrifice,
And happiness need not require compromise.
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