A March Day of mine

On the twenty-third of March, I saw the sky unfold, a gentle whisper in the breeze, a tale to be told. My sister stood radiant, draped in white so fair, I watched her say "yes" with love beyond compare. Spring danced in her eyes, a bloom so bright.

I saw their love woven, strong and true, a bond for a lifetime, a vow to pursue. The March sun, shy yet kind, cast its glow, And there I stood, a witness to that day, I raised a glass to their shining way. Paolo Driussi.