that day (3) – civil ceremony

inside a half-timbered farm house

our guests were gathering,

willing to witness our commitment and plea

for support and grace in the future.

we walked in

to an old swing tune.

the civil ceremony that followed

was the closest to a sermonette

— eloquent and spirited —

we’d ever heard from a registrar of marriages.

our exchange of simple, golden rings,

our self-written vows

and that sweet and earnest kiss

put us on our way

as husband and wife,

grins wide

hearts brimming.

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