They knew exactly when to mark the day
Needed not the other to cajole or sway
Where petals of delicate flowers would lay
Cared not that summer is deemed cliché -
The wind a guest that stirs the bridal veil
The sun an arm now bronzed once pale
The grass fresh-cut with emerald trails
Why should not this day be a fairy tale?
Weekly consult the weather be holding
Just as the carnival gypsy fore-tolding
They basked in all preparations unfolding
No rancor befell them, no pre-jitter scolding
And then came the day so long awaited
None left to chance, all worries abated
A coming together shall be celebrated
‘Neath crystal blue skies all guests are elated
Though risky a setting dependent on sun
A roll of the dice and all plans come undone
A million contingencies reduced down to one
No storm cloud could, or would, damper the fun!
Long goes the party under starry skies
All spellbound by the love that binds and ties
The ardor that passes ‘tween two lovers’ eyes
Swirling like sparks from heat-drunk fireflies
Inclement zephyr won’t quell true affection
Criticize not those seeking perfection
The sunniest season has true predilection A picturesque wedding, a summer confection!