To you, love-enduring youth
the tumult of your yesteryears,
--the hours of strife, of lonely tears--
lies now behind you, a distance far,
as two wishes heard by allied star
have calmed the tempestuous waves,
the wind-beaten birch, the jesting knaves;
for wishes made upon a starry sky
may summon reward to them who try
breaking the spell their star-crossed woe
so to mend the many miles of sorrow.
But forget not, that which brought you here,
that nuptial need that knows no fear
and nurturing nature since life began
for taming harden'd hearts of many a man.
So go forth from this hour onward,
your hands as one holding hearts heard
beating in tune a pulse of amorous sway,
like the sonnets sung the Provencal way,
that retell in rhyme the stories you share
of times together with tender, loving care.