At vows made to love and obey;
They tell you drear tales of divorces,
And scandals, the talk of the day.
But hang all those cynical railings,
Just write me one exquisite line
To say you'll look over my failings,
And promise me you will be mine.
And though I'm aware it's the merest
Small matter of detail, to clear
The ground, I may mention, my dearest,