Your wedding invitation came today,
virginal white paper, stencilled
black type and a date
to put in the grey diary
that seemed oddly familiar, a date
which we would forever share,
a date which I guess you might never find
in a society that not so long ago
was so stupid that it could not
celebrate love between two people,
for fear of what love might mean.
I knew of your love at University
and overjoyed I am as I read
your invitation, to share