Some lines :
Lovers, when they marry, face
Eternity with touching grace,
Complacent at being fated,
Never to be separated.
The bride is always pretty, the groom
A lucky man. The darkened room
Roars out the joys of flesh and blood
The use of nakedness is good.
Why should I ruin the mystery,
By harping on the suffering rest,
Myself a frequent wedding guest.
- Nissim Ezekiel
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