These fifty years past,
You were a faithful wife.
Never dared I dream we would last,
Now, I say we have a memorable life.
 
Ours was an arrangement,
Made when I was four and you, two.
There was a little payment,
Twenty years on, all went through.

I was rather apprehensive
On that big day,
While you, though pensive,
Smiled all the way.

We needn’t have felt thus,
For there was mutual attraction.
Our parents, for nothing, fussed;
Were blind to our instant passion.

I’m indeed a fortunate man,
And thank my lucky star,
For giving me your hand,
And a wonderful start.

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