One spring day, in an opulent room,
we sat together as a bride and groom.
High and bright, with an elegant plume,
her looks sparkled, and a cherry tree bloomed.
A radiant rose with angelic brows,
my girl had a gold stud pinned on her nose.
Those syrupy lips said "I love you".
It melted my heart and made me her beau.
Blessed by the light of a thousand moons,
we entered the wedlock filled with boons.
Up in the air, soared helium balloons,
as we shook our legs to zesty tunes.