The whole world is celebrating 

I too squealed when I heard the news 

It seems like for eternity we’ve all been waiting

Maybe this at last can cure our blues 

Just that one photo made me feel lighter

In the flowery garden: a broad-shouldered man and a beautiful woman – made the world brighter 

A ring to tell her she is worth everything

That lined dress 

The whole scene just effervesced 

I even listened to the podcast

In regard to this, I’m ashamed to say I know a lot of the facts

More than things that pertain to my job 

Yep, I’ve been here the past 20ish years listening to all the tracks

I grew up with her 

We never met but we’re contemporaries 

We’ve fought a lot of the same battles, both are mesmerized by fairies 

Do we little girls ever age?

To be enthralling 

To him! The one!

To transcend all the others calling

To be met in the garden 

And to wear something sparkling

It’s every girl’s dream 

I’m already thinking down the line 

It’s always in the back of my mind 

How little foxes weasel in and spoil the vine

The whole world is rooting!

It’s watching what they’re doing 

Life is just a long season 

Behind the lyrics and the plays is what one’s believing 

What happens when the crowds bore 

And it’s the final tour

When the end comes and we ask what it’s all been for 

In this life, they’re on top of the globe 

I’m a screaming fan too 

But at the end of the day I do wonder if they’ve mapped out eternal hope

I’m starting to sound like an old church lady 

I’m not sure what that makes me – ?crotchety or self-righteous?

Meh

Being mid-30s, on top, and in love – is dynamite

But one day we’ll all meet a crisis 

Ah, these two are the world’s delight 

Before the final reckoning, as we all peak 

There’s a bride getting ready 

Just like her husband, she seeks

I’m sure there will be the most exquisite gown

And confetti!

Just like a catchy song

Or a touchdown

Flowers, diamonds, champagne 

Beyond the fame

When all the weasels are expelled for good

In the flowery, eternal garden 

When there’s just One 

And everything runs as it should

May He know all our names and numbers 

Because we’ve been dialed in

To feast on this love story 

To live it!

The cosmos is starving