Marriages are made memorable
Not by the number of the guest
Not by the feast spread out
Not by the glitter and glamour around.
They are made memorable
When the shine on the bride’s face
Outshine the diamonds she wore.
When the pride in the groom’s eyes
Meets with the sly glances
Of the beautiful bride.
Where the memories crowd the event
In numbers much more than the guests
To be regaled and retold
For generations to come.
Where the bride’s and the groom’s parents
Hearts are too full to partake a single bite.
Where the thread binding the two lives
Strong enough to keep the bonding
For the seven lives.