I wrote them a poem,
this happy couple,
and then I let it run away.

I don't need to remember those words,
I just need to remember their smiles,
how brightly they shone before the altar.

I don't care how many stanzas it was,
just how many times they leaned together
to whisper happily,
how many times her fingers knit through his.

Their love is so much,
so bright,
it's filling my own heart to bursting.
Their joy is so great
A smile is painted on my own face.

Oh, let them be happy
for the rest of their days
with a contentment that settles in their bones.