The Bride and Groom
In a long white satin dress she walks in
given in honour and betrothed to be -
to bear for and new alliance begin
the noblest sweet hope of matrimony.
And played a wedding song of divine prayer:
“Have I told you lately that I love you…”
to march the aisle of veils and true love swear
and hear fairest of consorts vow “I do!”.
When in blessed union fortunes align
a man and wife wed in loving kindness,
and exuberance of gay hearts and wine
gently pause in virtue upon sworn kiss.
Till she looks up and screams “what have I done?”
and ponders “do I stay or do I run?”.
Written: December 1999
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2022
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