In the garden of love, a costly bloom unfolds,
A lavish wedding, where expenses take their toll.
The sweet scent of commitment, now tainted by stress,
As the price of perfection, becomes a financial mess.

The venue, a palace, fit for royalty's taste,
The guest list, a who's who, of acquaintances to amaze.
The dress, a designer's masterpiece, a work of art,
The cake, a towering marvel, a sweet and pricey heart.

The flowers, a kaleidoscope of colors and hues,
The music, a symphony, of pricey notes and cues.
The photography, a cinematic capture, of every smile and tear,
The favors, a token of appreciation, that adds to the financial fear.

In this extravagant celebration, of love's sacred vow,
We forget the simplicity, of the promise we avow.
For in the end, it's not the price tag that makes it true,
But the love and commitment, that shines through.

So let us not be blinded, by the glamour and the glitz,
But remember the beauty, of a love that's simple and sincere in its bits.
For a pricey wedding, may impress and delight,
But it's the love and devotion, that makes the marriage take flight.