In the heart of Babylon, two Nocturnes play,
A melody of whispers on Christmas Eve’s display.
Through the whiteness of winter, their notes ascend,
Proclaiming love’s journey, where paths do bend.
A Prothalamion, amid the city’s bustling pace,
a song, a promise of love in a crowded space.
Captured by the road’s end, where dreams unfold,
Two souls bound together, in a pledge so bold.
Through the night’s embrace, their love does bloom,
In the quiet moments, beyond the gloom.
For in the union of hearts, where dreams are spun,
two Nocturnes intertwine, until the morning sun.
With a click of the latch, an open door, and destinies abide.
At the altar, too late, too soon, hopes and fears collide.
Hand in hand, these Nocturnes take their sacred vows,
in the presence of love, in solemn grace faith endows.
Together they stand, amidst the mother’s embrace,
the girl takes her place, with a radiant face.
Her unborn baby, a promise of new life,
with the promise of love, amidst joy and strife.
WoPoLi 
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