Wifey – How about gifting me a Perfume?

Hubby – First, Allow me to get Groom!

Wifey – Won't you like me being Spume?

Hubby – Hope, I don't emit a Fume!

Wifey - I was dreaming about a Womb!

Hubby – I forsee you in the Tomb!

Now wifey vows "Till death do us Apart!"

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