Your sisters wedding
Dearie, your sister's wedding has won my heart, In modest grace, with high morals imbued. Friends, neighbors, kin, each played a part, As guests and helpers served, their love renewed. No lavish pomp, nor gaudy dance was seen, No gilded trimmings, nor a wasteful excess. In purest form, the day's true love did glean, A simple charm that God himself did bless. No music's din, still the harmony prevailed, The cheer of guests, like hymns, filled every ear. With humble fare, prepared and served unveiled, Bright smiles adorned each face, sincere and clear. To bride and groom, our heartfelt blessings flow, In love's bosom their joy shall ever grow. Poet Affaq