The Living Vestige...

Of the love of the stars,
A token is your union;
You shall have no wars,
As you have no opinion.

Now you have the permit,
To take her to your bed,
And as an added benefit,
She'll keep you well-fed.

Blessed by the forbears,
Instructed in their ways,
You shall sire heirs,
Bearing the family cachets.

Your kids could be cute,
But will surely be fair,
And there is no dispute,
They'll have wit to spare.

And they shall inherit,
The silver and prestige,
And also the demerit,
To be, like you, our vestige.