I never thought I ever would get married. I wanted no restraint upon my will. But like the wind I wanted to be carried Wherever wish might take me, yearning still. And then I fell in love with you, and found A rock upon which I might build a home, A place both to and for which I was bound, So bountiful I had no need to roam. Freedom cannot be except by choosing, And choice, if choice it be, of need constrains. And joy, once had, becomes, for fear of losing, A horse one rides with firm grip on the reins. Thus my choice to love you as your wife Is freely made, yet made for all my life.