A quatrain of Paul Elmore More which he attributed to Bhratrahari

   

Love's fruit, in all the world, is only this

That two as one should think ;

Who differ yet woo wedded bliss

Dead corpse with corpse would link.

Needless to say, there is no such sentiment in Bhratrahari.  Indeed, because the dude was Shaivite, the opposite was bound to be the case. Hubby & Wifey must think very differently- as the Chandogya shows. But both must secure edible materials, by hook or crook, otherwise the supply of Psalms will fail by reason of the starvation of the rising cohort of hereditary rhapsodists.

Returning to Paul Elmer More- whose chaste Yankee prosody I have rendered less cacophonous to my own Green Card lacking ears- what we must remember was the cunt was a good and erudite Christian apologist. For the very reason outlined above, he, fucking, failed.

 C.S Lewis in 'The Horse and his Boy' has an Arabian Nights couple who live happily ever after only because they quarrel incessantly. 

That is Theodicy. It is a different matter that a marriage, or any other sacrament, or partnership, has a univocal goal. But, this requires merely 'one-heartedness' not brains sterilized against bickering. 

As for 'Love's fruit'- you are welcome to marry, have a baby, keep quarrelling till the kid flees to Collidge, and then both youse can either separately fuck off to the forest- or suburban Housing Colony- or, against all odds, keep the home fires burning- those Lucretian flaming ramparts of an ever narrowing horizon-  coz Love's fruit in all the world is only this- a grandkid must piss & shit on you before your own betrayed and issueless children have cause to micturate on your fucking grave you loveless, Gandhian or Marxist or Eco-warrior, or whatever.