Wedding Poem

Their meeting began
with each becoming a familiar face
in photos of well-loved friends,

googling and facebook revealing characteristic traits,
Kev camping on Scafell, Em scaling the heights:
tents; snorkels; flip flops; cats; dogs and family.

Her aura is thousands of silver dancing stars,
his the blue of a calm Mediterranean sea.
He wanted to catch the stars, and she to sail the sea.

Their first date was to feed waddling ducks,
on the costal path in Cley-next-the-sea.
Kev favoured a ...

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