Noble Nights Poem by John Sensele

A well of love simulates serendipities
That spice solace and succor
In proclivities and activities
Romantic, platonic minus rancour

When a seeker of love lavishes
Love above wings of a dove
That flies from Cupid to flashes
Scintillating and oscillating outside a white glove

Worn on the day a bride walks in majesty
Arm in arm with her gallant groom
Whom she'd visualized since she designed her dynasty
With neither room for gloom nor doom

Because her world worthy of wonders
Opens its aura and plethora of delights
Thrills, spills devoid of blunders and thunders
As gregariously groom and bride inaugurate noble nights.