Poetic paean to papa's princess

Otherwise titled:
Mien wonderful wedded divine wife

whose piercing deliverance...,
a balm ameliorating tattooed strife

despite being dirt poor,

I cherish her pricelessness, how nice,

a beacon complementing/

supplementing homelife,

who will forever be with me

even during our (mine
atheistic couched) afterlife.

She, the mother
of our deux darling daughters, I adore

though ofttimes, she never knows...
expressing love tis quite an arduous chore

concerning me upon this (we quietly celebrate

wedding anniversary two days hence, whoa...
how quickly time doth pass, cuz we wed
yes already number xxiv, i.e. twenty four)

orbitz around the sun, we reminisce...

So much emotional turbulence
nearly rent asunder,
I accept culpability (yours truly)

strayed against sacred covenant
went wayward intrepid misdeeds

nearly perilously upended marriage,
said vaguely worded insensate blunder

wrought catastrophic upheaval

reigned analogous how millenniums ago

Vandals, Huns, Goths,

et cetera did plunder
and ransack the
outer limits of Roman empire

our pledged troth shattered,

whereby the missus outclassed Zeus,

she emitted deafening thunder,

yet annulment nor divorce,
she would not grant
sigh of great relief
and mystery I wonder...

To this July twenty third -
how hands of father time
speedily lept away
two thousand and twenty,

an (extra) ordinary day

to be alive and appreciate sticktoitiveness

toward her, whose troth I pledged

courtesy thee (sacrilegious infidel)

mine discreet liaisons spouse forgave

NOT telling me hike along highway

and/or boulevard of broken dreams, motorway

avoided, cuz she thee missus

WANTED me to stay

in role of legally wedded husband
(and father to deux special grown lasses)

when they (progeny)...
were just newborn babes yesterday!