Anecdotes of celebrations..

The night, the marriage night;
That glitters gold, and diamonds,
As women adore in their neck pieces,
So does the night itself guide.

Meet up of the friends-- distant and old,
Reminiscing their times, of seasons, hot and cold.
A table where these friends sit,
Rendezvous and the pleasures, lit.

There many boys, girls; youngsters walk around,
These ideas of bonhomie, all surround.

They say, that the stars are blue tonight,
That long lost pals, are in the essence to interact.

Walks by, stops by, this warrior in comfort,
Who had earlier been ill composed,
Of the thoughts, that his time was going,
His tasks unaccomplished went soaring.
No longer, but no longer for now,
Does he say or feel any low,
For he feels along, their dreams of snow.
Sits relaxed legged-cross,
It was such an awakened blow;
Of the winds of their happiness, that pass,
That flow.

Yes--he thought of his friends,
And his time was nourished,
At the very thought.
It was a whisper, of the heavenly glow!

Sown oh sown, you mighty lover of friends,
You're made auspicious, in their presence of gems,
Your buddies, your goodness takes to be dealt,
All your dreams and imaginations bred.

Sans them, you think; if you could satisfy,
Who your being was.
Yes, wait; don't let them go that easy,
You have to make room for things to gross.
To make moments incoming, be bright;
To let love be, reaching it's highest crescendo. 
The peaceful essence, yet a royal upheaval;
Wait, you look back and celebrate your lessons.
And cherish the looks on the faces of these old friends,
Eating, talking and understanding their love in blends.