A walk of life that is holy
In the walk down the aisle
Here’s to the rib that once was lost
To the paradise become of the desert
The heart tide matured of the ripple
Here ring up high hopes in hymns
As in the holiness of the last union
Agree two to the binding chains
And hearts profess what matter
Two victims, hundreds of witnesses
Walking down and watching at
As promises and demands are made
Of love always, and silence forever
When all the unbridled heart needs,
Is a little love.