My dream is to own a wedding shop,
Someday, somehow, somewhere.
It'll sparkle in the evening sun,
Each bride shown love and care.
The dresses will hang long on the racks,
The mirrors show your dreams.
Each day a new dress on display,
Reflecting the moonlight's beams.
And though my shop does not exist,
I still see it in my mind.
The women come in a hopeful daze,
Imagination so inclined.
One day my shop will show the world,
My dreams of brand new love.
The wedding shop, not what it seems;
A gift sent from above.
by vera©
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