My Husband, My Friend, My Mate.
Oh the stupid things we do to tempt the hands of Fate.
These are the tests that make our bonds strong.
There isn't a force in the world that can withstand us long.
In their hearts a jealousy burns.
They try to tear it apart by turns.
No matter how hard they pound on our wall.
It still stands, strong, proud, and Tall.
Our Mortar is trust, our foundation is love.
So hold me tight and we will always rise above.