I love her in vain; in vain she loves me back.

Setting inside a ring of twisted silk flowers,

Stick a bride and groom in chanted by love showers.

Small-cupped pink buds extrude, clinging to a ribbon twist...

In-circle their lace trellise.

We could stand here forever on this puff' ' n sweet cloud

as the celebration goes blithely on and on...

Unless the toast be a blunder...

or the last stuctural piece of heaven-

has been sliced out from under !