Nuptial Bliss. Poem by ademefun timilehin

To whom can I speak today?
For these faces are abstracted
And everyone looks elated at the this personnels
I wondered to what we owe this pleasure,

To a girl with cavalier,
Whom her hair all a-spill over the breathing house
And her cavalier she held so tightly as if a villain sat ready to put away the beau,

I took my book and recorded;
'Today I witnessed the matrimony of a girl and a beau whom the world awaits.