Epithalamium # 2
As spring turned to summer
Nary a cloud marked the sky
As I looked at my maiden fair
I wiped a tear from my eye
As we stood before God at the alter
And made our vows, my love and I
Copyright © Paul Curtis | Year Posted 2010
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