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wedding more beautiful was never seen Than that of Martin Haywood and Penelope Green. Her mother, crying, walked her down the aisle, While chubby flower girls shuffled behind in single file. It was her mother who reluctantly gave her away On the loveliest, sunniest morning in May
It was almost as if you could hear their love sing, When he said ‘I’ll make you my wife with this ring’. In fact their bliss out shone the sun, Their radiant joy evaded no-one It was as if every hug and kiss they gave out Made seeds of profound happiness sprout And after their blissful wedding day, When the cake was eaten, night not far away Martin carried away his bride And they forgot about their guests still dancing outside Though her mother had warned her against life like this The thought of it all filled her with bliss All she had ever wanted from life, Was a family: with all its glory and strife. To swim in the oceans and seas with her son To watch her daughter dance and run She wanted to build snow forts, and to fall asleep With a baby on her chest, their breaths steady and deep