This something borrowed something blue,
Will bring me down in front of you;
I'm promising to take you back,
To something to look forward to.
Starting, we contemplated ends,
Street corners where our knees would bend;
Praying to have our sins away,
By Heaven's showers angels send.
This back and forth is then and now,
It'll add up in the end somehow.
Tomorrow today, all the same
A masterpiece if we're the frame.
I mean, things do get out of hand;
Here's the bottom line, what stands out most is a success not planned.