Valerie and I were working on wedding invitations tonight. She found the stationary that she’s been wanting at bargain prices, but we had to order them immediately. This meant that, in order to get our own wording on the cards (instead of stock phrasing), we had to write them up tonight.
We searched for poetry already written that said what we wanted to say, but found none. So I tried my own hand at writing Hallmark poetry.
The first attempt wasn’t so… appropriate:
They called it love when we held our hands together
And called us fools when we allowed not love to take its course
But greater love has none of us than charity
Which lays down its life and takes up another by its choice
It’s a bad omen to mention fornication in the wedding invitation, right?
The second attempt seemed much better, so we’re going with it:
It is He who has made us, and not we ourselves
It is He who has brought us together
His is the tie that shall bind us as one
And His mercies that guard us forever
I would like to point out that it’s been just under a year since I wrote poetry last, and now I’ve written four in as many days. When it rains…
And now it’s late. I’m going to bed.