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.