23 September 2012
He stands in the aisle, As I slowly walk down. I look like an angel, in a long silk gown.
My hair held back, In an elegant bun. There are smiles all around, Reflected on the sun.
The bells softly toll, As I meet him there. It's all but done, We're a bound pair.
It's my turn, I won't get another. I glance at the crowd, At my weeping mother.
The Wedding • Opuss № I