It began on an enchanted beach in the Brewster bay

Amidst the mid-summer’s heat and the crisp ocean spray

Where they first met eyes – out of a painting from Monet

They began as friends, days and nights spent in platonic condition

Little did they know a flame was being sparked, one of heartfelt ignition

He taught her how to drive, and her lateness he did tolerate

In return she hinted he change his wardrobe – the xxl shorts, perhaps he could donate

As the leaves changed color and the days drew shorter

life pulled them away from their Cape Cod headquarter

They stayed in touch sparingly, with limited follow through

By the sign of the first snow, there seemed slim chance for rendezvous

Yet no winter lasts forever, no spring skips its turn

And the flame of love I had mentioned, was about to engulf them with its burn

The freeze soon thawed as the moss showed its green

To return to Massachusetts – the boy was certainly keen

For it was Memorial Day Weekend, and all through the town

The rambunctious twenty-somethings were ready to throw down

In a cozy pub in Harwich, as the barman poured ales and jager

The music stopped as he busted open the doors. A maid whispered, “is that Arnold Schwarzenegger?”

Their eyes locked as one, she was instantly smitten

They knew at that moment, their whole story lay unwritten

Fast forward years later, to that same enchanted beach in low tide

he got on one sandy knee, and asked her to be his bride

We can’t wait to celebrate with you all, to be merry and hearty

If you remember one thing – you must bring a sick costume to the after party

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