How Many Times Can One Marry In a Year

Dashing to the Registry With my bride to be, to be. Under blue skies with blue shoes. Wedding bands and promises, Held tight, till later… I do Fanciful footwork and fireworks The most glorious country wedding. Marquees and marvellous speeches, Swirling and twirling with fabulous friends. My love – my true love… I do Called to a photoshoot, Practiced in shadows and in light A new bride – but just for the show of it. The venue, the dream. For others to see… I do Singing and dancing on stage. Directors calling and orchestra playing. The rehearsals and the movements. Creating something from nothing. For enjoyment of life itself… I do (I do, I do, I do, I do, I do) Under soaring osprey’s gaze And the gathering silver eye I take my bride to the edge of the view For more wedding party vows. Paella and beers, close family, and friends. We dance into the night, By the light of the moon... I do