The Wedding

Written by: Patrick Cornwall

Even after the rice was thrown and the streets picked  cleaned

A lonely squirrel searched for his share of the bounty

The widows had put their handkerchiefs in their purses

Tears of joy dried  and our dance began

Holding you close and the band played our favorite song

Under the brilliant sun

Our lives begun

Those names always hurt you

Lived our perfect life in our perfect world and the dream

Your love grew and mine diminished

Those imperfections clouded with fear waited patiently

The skeletons in our closet opened for us to see

I did try to hold you close with nurture and warmth

Under the brilliant sun

Our lives begun 

Those names will always hurt you

Our marriage ended with mistakes  both made,  and no one wanted change

We learned things ended because they were wearing out.

Our love grew thin from the washing and pounding on the rocks

We sewed and patched each garments and forgot that magnificent love

And accusations poked around each corner and  grew frayed

Under the brilliant sun

Our lives had run

Did my best to desert you

 The Paparazzi took pictures and were posted  on the front page

Our vowels came apart and drifted on the ocean

And those waters  were uncharted , and we shipwrecked

Natives parade our feelings on truncheons but still I lagged

Gave it one final effort and valiantly I yielded

Under the brilliant sun

Our lives had turned

New names that couldn't hurt you


P.S. I have work to do but this is a start