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Tempo (for Peter)

  • Joanne Benedetto
  • Jan 25
  • 1 min read

The tempo quickens in this early spring,

We see the birds pass seed from beak to beak.

Is it not love behind this offering?

A vow or promise?  How are we unique,

 

In our traditions when the wedding cake,

Is shared that way by the new groom and bride?

Is it not love?  Love will not be denied,

In spring or any season.  Hearts may break,

 

Yet love survives in memory, at least.

When touched by love, we are somehow increased.

This is the meaning of our wedding feast.

 
 
 

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