Ten days of wonder, walking on air –
Let everyone know about the affair,
For in ten days our moment we’ll share.

Nine days of excitement, anticipation,
The thrill of planning in preparation
For the upcoming day of celebration

Eight days of languor, the days seem so long.
Picking out colors and choosing the songs,
Checking each detail so nothing goes wrong.

Seven days more; there’s so much to do,
Divide up the tasks between me and you.
Will we have the strength to dance when we’re through?

Six days of yearning, will the day never come?
Each passing moment beats like a drum.
How tedious all of this has become!

Five days of tension, stress levels high.
“What do you mean?” you say. “You can’t choose which tie?
Just decide, for my patience is in short supply”.

Four days of calm, things fall into place.
Since we’ve handled the conflicts with excellent grace,
There’s still ample time to rehearse our embrace.

Three days of worry, time’s running out.
Still so much to do and such running about,
We’ll never be ready, of that I’ve no doubt!

Two days of dread – fears of our new life.
Once we’ve been pronounced husband and wife,
Will we be happy or wallow in strife?

One day of composure, no more can be done.
What happens will happen and can’t be undone,
So best to stop stressing and simply have fun.




After so very long we’ve at last reached the day.
Everything’s perfect, nothing astray.
And all that remains is to throw the bouquet.


One day of love and the clock starts anew.
There’ll always be something still more to do,
But we’ll face it together, just me and you.

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