She showed up at the church door bright and did it right on time
As she walked the isles the wedding bells began to chime.
Her brilliant white dress with stones of pearl were all in their shine
Her trail a simple beauty to see all decorated with her own hands she designed
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I gently took her hand in mine, her face filled with blush and blare I felt her soothing loving touch and was moved by the beauty of her hair. With rhythmic steps then on our way, the pastor was waiting there, full of emotion and dreams of a great marriage. lovely poem my dear poet. tony