Wedding Day Nerves

by Stuart Macfarlane

Today we stand before the altar of love,

With nervous shuffles we take our places,

Bridesmaids and grooms like sentries stand,

Minister speaks of duty, responsibility and commitment,

“Will you take this woman . . . for as long as you both shall live?”

Stop! This is madness!

When the Champagne is finished and the celebrations end,

When rain has washed away the last piece of confetti,

What then?

You look at me and smile,

A smile full of warmth and understanding,

My worries melt away,

I know tomorrow is ours to behold,

And just like yesterday and today,

We will fill it with our love.