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Spent some time tonight reviewing possible readings for some upcoming wedding ceremony I’m a part of (because I’m the groom). The officiant provided us a lengthy document with lots of ill-formatted poems, quotes, and lyrics.

After I read through the whole document, I decided to head to one of my bookshelves and flip through some poetry books. I picked up a collection of Edna St. Vincent Millay. I opened to the table of contents and found some poems I previously highlighted.

Sorrow. Ashes of Life. This one.

Perhaps this was the wrong person to turn to for love poetry.