the wedding

the wedding is done;
it’s on to all the fun.
the keg is poured;
the merri makers ask for more.

the bouquet is tossed;
young girls don’t count the cost
as they strive to catch
the promise of a good match.

someone said, “romance
is the devil’s dance
to pledge a troth
and grief is wrought.”

but pledge we do —
joys and sorrows to accrue.

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