The Robot and the Potter
For two dear to me, to have and to hold;
for me, to meet new friends,
new family behaving like old;
for them, a joy I hope never ends.
These two treasured, named without naming,
he ever the Robot and she ever the Potter.
Towards each other on that day, as all, aiming,
with eyes wet and heart's flames burning hotter.
Their love they declare in private as they choose,
but on that day, 'twas for all of us to see -
not the whole world, not on the radio or the news,
but in the eyes of the law, the loved, the lucky we.
For the reprieve and the revelry, honor and hilarity,
for the memories new and old, I thank them greatly.
For the two who've found true love, that romantic rarity;
for the Robot and the Potter - together, innately.
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