Five hundred and twenty-seven years ago
He once courteously asked her for her hand
But only the day before yesterday he told her
Well, at least he did in my own mind because
Due to circumstances he couldn’t say it out loud
How lovely she looked in her white wedding dress
And that moment he gave his fair lady his heart
With eternal love he said, till death do us part
About the Author
This is me, Leendert. I am a little bit old-fashioned and I love things from the past, old series like All Creatures Great And Small and On The Buses, mechanical wristwatches, bi-focal glasses, the old Pub Clock in the living room and vinyl records on my Garrard record player for example. I like shiny rings, bracelets and necklaces. Eccentric. You can often find me in the kitchen at parties.
