If possible I would extend a moment,
Formulate a year to last blissfully forever.
Glowing petals would never fall from,
A red rose of passion on it lustful lips,
Lock in a lively love bounded in its grips.
Water to its heaven, valleys to it peaks
A cycle to its rhythms, a heart to it beats
I speak of what is and what is meant to be
For wedding bells will toll not once,
They will surely ring freely and yearly
Asked a zillion times, edged in stone
The question has but one answer
May your marriage be a prancer
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