Now I have you,
The hands, roses boughs,
But clasping mine on the slant
And amidst the blizzard
And when the street lamps are blurred,
The lips of honest promises
And of open windows,
The lap of serenity
And of fluffy bedsheet,
The tears of balm
And tears of my tears,
I know the real assesst of marriage,
O my soul, the most desired soul.
No emirald, no sparkling necklace,
And no luxurious car with heavy wallet
Can wiegh more than thee!