Though it’s a lovely wedding, after the seventh toast,
you’re tired of the well-wishing and each new smart riposte.
You’ve had too much champagne. You can’t face another bubble,
so you ask for a martini and say, “Make it a double!”
You’re fatigued by the spectacle and need to get some air,
so you wander to the terrace to view the cloudscapes there.
Your shoes are less than comfortable, so you slip them off,
and find that you are lost in dreams when you hear the cough
of an interloper who has joined you in escape—
another wedding attendee who’s come outside to gape.
He joins you at the railing and elbows you for room,
and before you know it, you are flirting with the groom!
When you feel his arms around you, you take it in your stride.
You’ll have no regrets later, for luckily, you’re the bride!