We dreamt of bells and lace,
Of vows we’d whisper and love lighting up our faces.
But building dreams, like building dams, needs more than wishful singing,
Decisions swarm like desert flies, our future plans left swinging.

Should we head to town, or settle by a creek?
Brick and mortar, dusty streets, or where the kookaburras speak?
Will it be a fancy church, or a starry sky for our roof?
Will I wear satin, crisp and white, or something light and fool-proof?

White tablecloths, silver forks, or buffet by the fire?
A hundred guests in rented gear, or just our souls’ desire?
Will waltzes fill the dusty hall, or DJ beats flow?
Each choice a fork that leads us on, where only our futures know.
The lake reflects the stars, so silent and so wise,
They’ve seen a thousand couples built, beneath these moonlit skies.

The stress overwhelming, our indecision left us tight,
But love’s a campfire strong and warm, it casts away the night.
Hand in hand, we face the rising dawn,
Our whispers blend with bird cry and a brand new day is born.

Honeymoon by summer sands, the surf a gentle strum,
We’ll swim with turtles, hand in hand, and let the future hum.
Decisions made, dreams built with nails tough and love’s mortar to hold us fast,
Two souls adrift on life’s wide sea, forever meant to last.