Delia – castles in the sand

A young girl sits between her parents at her cousin’s wedding, her green eyes wide.
If you ask her the colour of love, she’ll say cream.

Love is a girl in a cream dress and a man in forest green.
Forever and always are chestnut curls and lips of cherry red.

Vows are complete and uncompromising;
airtight promises that don’t smother, they hug.

Really, marriage is love:
the end, not the beginning

A wedding is the end of the fairy tale,
just before happily ever after.

She hasn’t grown up yet –
let her be a Romantic, just a little longer.

Yes, I did write Delia. Imagine that. No, it's not happening again any time soon.

ever and always,

Fenella