So the theme of this week is my imagination and planning a second wedding same man daydream.
Yes, yours, my love, is the right human face.
I in my mind had waited this long,
Seeing the false and searching for the true,
Then found you as a traveller finds a place
Of welcome suddenly amid the wrong
Valleys and rocks and twisting roads. But you,
What shall I call you? A fountain in a waste,
A well of water in a country dry,
Or anything that's honest and good, an eye
That makes the whole world bright. Your open heart,
Simple with giving, gives the primal deed,
The first good world, the blossom, the blowing seed,
The hearth, the steadfast land, the wandering sea.
Not beautiful or rare in every part.
But like yourself, as they were meant to be.
An alternative dress, Wallis Simpson - no idea if it would suit me but I love it.
And a real bride wearing it.