Conventional happiness

 

We do not need the ceremony of it all

 

The bangs and the whistles,

the champagne on ice

A cascade of glitter

The pastors advice

We do not require our family and friends

To shop for a toaster, or smile for a lens

No taffeta

No limo

No first dance

No ring

No flower girl

No bouquet

No hearts on a string

 

No need for the stories,the jokes and the cake

The paper that binds you, the fear of mistake

 

We don’t mean to challenge

Or belie your needs

We love our own pact

He writes, and I read

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