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.
