The Quatern of Love

“Marry me my darling,” he said
To the maid, upon the way home.
She looked quite agape, and then laid
Her head upon his shoulder, some.

She said to him, with a smile,
“Marry me my darling,” she said
Hiding her head in his wild
Passionate embrace, they were fed

Each on the passions of each, led
Deeper into their love’s embrace.
“Marry me my darling,” they said
Knowing now they would have a mate.

So, on the eve of wedding bells
They to the altar then were wed
And deep into love, they both fell,
“Marry me my darling,” they said.