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                Very romantic,  and I am glad you told us about the movie that inspired it.  A couple that started their marriage like that,  would have a stronger bond and a special thing to remember.  Very sweet.  
                
                    posted by
                    GoldenMean
                     on May 5, 2016 at 12:19 PM
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                Lovely poem. Fantasy makes good poetry!
                
                    posted by
                    Sea_Gypsy
                     on January 21, 2016 at 4:57 PM
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                Whether this is about you or maybe what you had hoped for...great writing!
                
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                    Annicita
                     on January 20, 2016 at 8:32 AM
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                    Re: CCT, Kabu, TAPS
                
                I so appreciate your comments and feel guilty because my readers have gotten used to my Journal entries and so now seem to think everything I write from a first person perspective is going to be truly personal but my poetry definitely isn't.  I might take a flash of a memory, a segment of conversation, something like that to seed an idea, but many of my posts have been pure fantasy…as was this poem.  I watched a movie, showing a Spanish chapel full of candles and a couple meeting there…it was set in a different century…..they were meeting at the back of a wedding that was being held.  I had the sound turned down while I was on the phone making an appointment.  When I got off the phone I wrote that poem….I thought it light and romantic, imagining a bride slipping into an afternoon church service, the day of her wedding….nervous and seeking a moment of quiet…..then first feeling, then seeing her fiancé who had also gone to the church to confess his sins (bachelor party!), and he joins her….and as the florist comes to start decorating the church for their wedding to come later that day, they say their vows to one another, just the two of them.  That was what the secret wedding was, just between the two of them....before the chapel was decorated and the formal wedding came.  It was just a fantasy I had.
                
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                    Krisles
                     on January 17, 2016 at 11:57 PM
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                Yes.  I still remember every detail of our wedding--all these years since.  It wasn't secret, but it wasn't huge, just big enough to be special.
                
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                    TAPS.
                     on January 17, 2016 at 6:45 PM
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                Wiley and I felt married, our hearts entwined from the moment we met physically. We were already in love with the person we had come to know, but that Physical touch was the cement that has bound us together. 
                
                    posted by
                    Kabu
                     on January 17, 2016 at 8:20 AM
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                Krisles  a good poem, I thought it might have been drums rolling, blossom drifting through your mind and you sailing on the wonderful throes of anticipation. I suppose one is less likely to get hurt, if expectations are in limbo. Anyway I hope you were happy most of the time.
                
                    posted by
                    C_C_T
                     on January 17, 2016 at 6:47 AM
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