On the 17th of December we gathered in Craigdarroch Castle.
Having ferried to Vancouver Island, the capital, Victoria.
Boughs decked the hall, he well-suited with a green velvet bow, Mr. Bell.
Holding our breaths, she appeared rosy-gold hues and petals, Ms. Cannon.
Later we celebrated the marriage, Mr. and Mrs., dining at the hotel Magnolia.
Night-filled ceremony, lit bright over the city, our happiness a single star.
A year gone by and think of the light streaming from that star,
A light year to reach us, our home and castle,
Yet stands a 150-year old monumental magnolia,
A tree reminds us we've no escape from time and tension. Queen Victoria,
Reigned sixty-three years and seven months. Reach for a cannon,
Consider the heavens, shot full of mind, searching for the lingering ring of a bell.
He has been working for travel and learning the ways of fatherhood, Mr. Bell.
In the Underdark, games with Crows—ridiculous movies with death stars.
She has since grown a human inside her, Mrs. Bell née Cannon.
Hanging art and baking gingerbread cats, creating a family, strong as a castle.
Thank history, the ingenuity of a Queen and legacy city Victoria,
Named for she who invented, ruled and loved like a star-struck magnolia.
The cleric advises them to flower: sweetbay, anise and star magnolia.
Plant wild and sweet dreams beside wild and sweet clover and blue bell.
Remember, a new hope eventually blossoms, ask even stern Queen Victoria.
The reader gazes heavenward and sees love distant, an everlasting star.
Teatime, snuggle and take your books and paintings into nooks of the castle.
She says, "Always tell stories to advantage and create your own canon."
They were Irish and Scottish, most of them farmers, those with the name Cannon.
The ancient plant preceded even bees, named for a Frenchman, magnolia.
To honor Joan in 1887, Robert Dunmuir ordered it built, the bonanza castle.
They were Scottish, handsome in French and took Americanized surnames, like Bell.
So one began like Luke, as a farmer, but in time planting seeds on a distant star.
Events repeat and intertwine, the Romanesque future opens overlooking Victoria.
A bracket of names, she could have had: Wilhemina is the new Victoria,
A woman planned for with artful strategy, a well-placed cannon,
May her fantasy heroes live beside an intersectional star,
Struck blossoms, gentled by the pink, yellow, cream petals of magnolia.
We find a well-lit future — and much to adore—in little Willie Bell.
Wherever she goes, family follows and love swells around her castle.
So, in the beautiful city Victoria, we began in a theater watching the star,
Then said the words that struck marriage, strong as cannon and castle.
A year later, our memories drift: magnolia petals fall pealing happy little Bells.
Having ferried to Vancouver Island, the capital, Victoria.
Boughs decked the hall, he well-suited with a green velvet bow, Mr. Bell.
Holding our breaths, she appeared rosy-gold hues and petals, Ms. Cannon.
Later we celebrated the marriage, Mr. and Mrs., dining at the hotel Magnolia.
Night-filled ceremony, lit bright over the city, our happiness a single star.
A year gone by and think of the light streaming from that star,
A light year to reach us, our home and castle,
Yet stands a 150-year old monumental magnolia,
A tree reminds us we've no escape from time and tension. Queen Victoria,
Reigned sixty-three years and seven months. Reach for a cannon,
Consider the heavens, shot full of mind, searching for the lingering ring of a bell.
He has been working for travel and learning the ways of fatherhood, Mr. Bell.
In the Underdark, games with Crows—ridiculous movies with death stars.
She has since grown a human inside her, Mrs. Bell née Cannon.
Hanging art and baking gingerbread cats, creating a family, strong as a castle.
Thank history, the ingenuity of a Queen and legacy city Victoria,
Named for she who invented, ruled and loved like a star-struck magnolia.
The cleric advises them to flower: sweetbay, anise and star magnolia.
Plant wild and sweet dreams beside wild and sweet clover and blue bell.
Remember, a new hope eventually blossoms, ask even stern Queen Victoria.
The reader gazes heavenward and sees love distant, an everlasting star.
Teatime, snuggle and take your books and paintings into nooks of the castle.
She says, "Always tell stories to advantage and create your own canon."
They were Irish and Scottish, most of them farmers, those with the name Cannon.
The ancient plant preceded even bees, named for a Frenchman, magnolia.
To honor Joan in 1887, Robert Dunmuir ordered it built, the bonanza castle.
They were Scottish, handsome in French and took Americanized surnames, like Bell.
So one began like Luke, as a farmer, but in time planting seeds on a distant star.
Events repeat and intertwine, the Romanesque future opens overlooking Victoria.
A bracket of names, she could have had: Wilhemina is the new Victoria,
A woman planned for with artful strategy, a well-placed cannon,
May her fantasy heroes live beside an intersectional star,
Struck blossoms, gentled by the pink, yellow, cream petals of magnolia.
We find a well-lit future — and much to adore—in little Willie Bell.
Wherever she goes, family follows and love swells around her castle.
So, in the beautiful city Victoria, we began in a theater watching the star,
Then said the words that struck marriage, strong as cannon and castle.
A year later, our memories drift: magnolia petals fall pealing happy little Bells.
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