This world is seldom fair to us who love.
The Fates and Gods and Norns just like to play
With fools and laugh at us from seats above,
While we below don’t know the price we pay.
Small loves are not the kind they chose for sport,
But large and deep and those beyond this life.
And choosing these they know that they can thwart,
The near-true loves and bring to all some strife.
With you my love, I choose to laugh at them
For we have loved for life before this life
We’ll love again, this love they cannot stem
One year or life again you’ll be my wife.