I wish thee well, my Sweet’, my love, my all.
We do have many blessings great in life.
Let nothing mar this brightest day, no pall
Upon the day, this day of life a slice.
I love thee greatly, true I do indeed.
Long have we been together one in truth.
Let nothing hurt our sacred bond, slim reed.
I want for us the best, all good–forsooth!
When stress doth mar our sacred days amiss,
May joy instead soon make its entrance fast.
I throw thee hugs immense and also kiss.
Lest stress our foot upon a rock doth dash.
I love thee pure and good and sweet.
I hope all years ahead in peace we meet.