Tuck

"On Raglan Road on an autumn's day, I met her first and knew,
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I would someday rue.
I saw the danger and yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said let grief be a fallen leaf, at the dawning of the day."

when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Well, life has given me lemonade. It doesn't get much better.