Sonnet 3: This My Love Is Our Glorious Big Day - Poem by David Wood
This my love is our glorious big day
When you look as nice as any flower
You grace the hour with a golden ray
And make even the sun lose its power.
The azure Cypriot sky beckons calm
As we walk down the amphitheatre steps,
This blessed day as sweet as cooling balm,
Let the ceremony start with our short preps.
Rings exchanged, the deed done, we are now wed
The honeymoon begins with our two hearts:
With speeches over and kind words been said
Let our life begin to run its many parts.
Let us start our new life in wedded bliss
And start and end each day with a soft kiss.
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