The wedding day was sunny
and clear with a crisp breeze,
but I don’t think the temperature
ever reached thirty degrees.
Honeymoon in a lake house
that had been closed for the winter,
we had to light the furnace
before we even entered.
The windows were frosty inside
we didn’t really care,
enjoying views of lake and woods
was not why we were there.
The sheets were as cold as ice
but not for very long
we didn’t wait for furnace heat
to begin our wedding song.
We loved and laughed for two days
and kept things toasty warm
then went back to civilization
and what was now our home.
So cold sheets don’t really bother me
with this memory to warm my heart,
death’s farewell couldn’t break the spell
we’ve never been apart.