A sonnet drowns in love.

Patterns in Nature cling to crystal zones:

This singular look on your face

In this time and place,

Touching on the distance but never nearer the truth

Moving wedding poem gives weight to sentiments -

A wind of change blows through the trees

Holiday antics

Away from prying eyes

Of neighbours, parents and friends;

The young are not so innocent

As their parents believe them to be

Beautiful, beastly, entitlement

My baby!

See her on the Marriage carousel...!