August fifth! Wow, shadows come
Thoughts and heat rolled into one
Years ago this was my day
A brand new dress, a small bouquet ...
Quaint Boitsfort town hall, small, extends
To just a small group, all best friends,
A Friday welcome up the stairs ...
A gendarme his sword proudly wears.
Two musicians play their pieces
As tension in the room increases
Soon an exchange of vows and rings
A status new – and other things!
But he who gave to me his name
Died long ago*; life's not the same,
I've moved on but don't forget;
Oh, happy times – tinged with regret ...
(c) Poet in the woods 2019
2019 - a silver wedding anniversary that was not to be ...
Beautifulš
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