Wedding Poems

Married Love

Author: Kuan Tao-sheng

You and I have so much love 
That it burns like a fire, 
In which we bake a lump of clay 
Molded into a figure of you 
And a figure of me. 
The we take both of them, 
And break them into pieces, 
And mix the pieces with water, 
And mold again a figure of you, 
And a figure of me. 
I am in your clay. 
You are in my clay. 
In life we share a single quilt, 
In death we will share one bed. 
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