One casts an opera,
babble continues in the unison,
obliged to keep the memory,
to cherish the happiness who follow Tennyson.
They hold the laugh like no any other can bear,
A good hypocrite they owe,
spare in spades but of love to share,
for the only daughter they care.
Sings the choir of love and struggle,
places a screen to take back all the hurdles,
opinion lies even in that child,
but alas! all the decision becomes mild.
Hand in hand they commit to follow,
deep within lies no other shallow,
when love starts to go mellow,
judges try to come v.i.a hello?
One fails to recognize the outside bloom,
welcomes heartily the path of gloom,
daughter so genial,strong is she
says,"the great family we ought to be".
©zyermit
Z