In February's gentle breeze, they stand, At Wardle's heart, hand in loving hand. Kat and Grant, a timeless dance, Two souls entwined in whispered chance. The Hare and Hounds, with lanterns bright, Casts a glow on love's first light. Promises stitched in silk, profound, In this cherished place where hearts resound. With each vow, a world anew, In love's embrace, forever true. Hearts as one, like stars align, Under February's tender sign. So raise a toast to love's sweet art, Two souls united—never to part.