I pray, I love more than before,
With my dear wife whom I adore—
She stays so close, through strain and fear,
While I play gently with my rhyme
And memory drifts through quiet time.

It leads me back to that sweet day,
Our vows exchanged so far away—
A Polish altar, fate our guide,
Where hand in hand we stood with pride.
“We’ll walk as one, come joy or strife,
Until the end of our life.”