Dear Nance+Robert

                                                    c. 1984, wedding time for Nance+Robert

Dear Nance+Robert are beyond the age

When impetuosity -- or youthful rage --

Brings many an unsuspecting, blushing pair

Romance-besotted, orange-blossom tipsy, unaware --

To the altar.  Nor do they come to wed all frantic

Fleeing failure and solitude -- less romantic

Than plain terrified.  No, their pace is measured --

Decision calmly made but no less treasured.

I'm glad they waited, and that they'll wait no more

To reap the loving harvest that's in store.

But still it's eagerly they seek each other --

Leaping from their freedom, toward the tether --

Not too late, too soon, too slow, too fast --

Just happily, now to wed at last.