She remembers the splendor, when we reminisce
Of moments so tender and innocent trysts
And when she, relenting, permitted a kiss
But nothing more intimate rendered than this
The other contenders she gently dismissed
The endless temptations she learned to resist
‘Til sprays of carnations affixed to her wrist
Conveyed approbation of imminent bliss
The clergyman’s sermon on love in our midst
Her splendid attendants and friends she would miss
Her twittering sisters all fit to assist
Should anything, Heaven forbid, go amiss
The ways that we’ve wended, each bend and each twist
And blessings unending too many to list
— John J. Finerty, Jr.