To make a glass cup br It takes few minutes, br But to break it up, br It takes split seconds. br br We smell the rose br Not by crushing it, br But thro' the nose, br By handling it soft. br br The baby with care br Her mother fondles br As she wants to share br Her love with kisses. br br Likewise, a marriage br That's made in Heaven, br Confirms a life bondage br Between man and woman. br br Marriage's a sacred institution, br A bachelor wants to get in br But feeling it a great burden, br Thereafter, out he wants to run. br br The wife's like a rose br The husband should feel, br And he is like a glass br With care she should handle.