Bride wore a little white dress overlaid
By scalloped lace groom wore a violet vest
Black suit and spats as Mary our flower maid
And matron Eve and photo feed assessed
The city life tax here they could evade
The Cayman Islands idyll climate blessed
The stress of shorted stocks too fared fine fade
They soaked up sizzling sunshine east to west
It was a magic match of slate and hazel eyes
To workaholic life theyd hastened pause
Yacht his yet not in legal clever clause
Gulls flew in spirals proved the shrillest spies
All smiles on swap of vows and wedding rings
The future fuzzy hinting what it slings
Chorus rings bands circlets
