White Chapel

We didn’t have a white chapel
so we did the best we could.
It was a Sunday, it was raining,
but only just.
And you, you were an angel
in that dress you patched yourself–
a few words were spoken,
in a moment it was done.

Not a dollar between us,
we did the best we could.
Walking in the evening,
I said the stars were yours–
but you, you were an angel
and never said a word.
We didn’t have a white chapel,
God knows we looked.

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