at the wedding of spring and summer
‘tis indeed a precocious season spring
that brings the bride’s maid’s train
for summer he is waiting at the altar
and the bride is readily veiled again
conspiratorially the breeze stirs in the blossom
and light in the coined confetti falls her name
summer love oh summer love
get over winter’s unrequited shame
kiss me now once more before we pledge
that when autumn’s drizzles falls
upon the last flute of summer’s champagne
we’ll cuddle all the winter through
whispering oh i do i do love you
until the bluebell’s melancholy call
drapes the valley’s sedge long veil
and with a sun dew mist arising
warmly upwells our anniversary air
around the maypole faeries dancing
lifting love-locked eyes up there
and look and look in the blue skies
we are there again a love light pair
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