THEY say the first twelve months are the best to bear
But loving looks turn hateful when tempers flare.
They say the first five years are so rough. Take care
As all the rough sides smoothly from friction wear
Or break, the end then near for divorce or farce.
True love means much til the shattered glass
Of adultery’s gnawing itch of the seventh year
When all but steadfast stray, is the time to fear.
We say that, new like shoes, a marriage can burn
But every year proves better, we love and learn.
We say, with ten years’ love and fidelity:
Our marriage, like old shoes, is what comfort can be.