For Rosalinda and John's Wedding - James N. Markels

So,
You think you know right from wrong
A poem from a song
Yellowed pictures from what's long gone?
I tell you concrete and steel beams
Grow faster than dogwood trees
Yet we still believe inside
There's a place we can go to hide
And let the ravages of time pass us by.
Yet no matter how far underground we crawl
We'll always be found
And we'll always be small.
No matter how much we've missed
Between love's first kiss and the day
Before the altar we must always remind
Ourselves that some battles must be lost
Before you rise as the victors together.
The young still think that bonds
Bind, then stretch, then weaken, then break
And never see the furtive knives' mistakes
In cutting off of what the beloved couple makes.
In the winter's wind or a summer's day
These bonds are cut away, letting the words
We had to say stay hidden and fearful
Behind the lover's harder eyes. Don't let this day pass you by
As just a stage to another play.
This is the beginning of your soul's campaign
To keep the knives and winds at bay
And protect your fragile, powerful, glorious Flame.

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