Wedding Day
by Linda S. Sapienza 

The Wedding March begins to play, 
The bride appears with her bouquet; 
The wedding gown, a sheer delight 
Of purest silk and snowy white; 
She slowly walks across the room 
To stand beside the nervous groom; 
They wear a smile, but can't disguise 
The look of love that's in their eyes; 
They take their vows, he takes her hand 
Then gives her a golden band; 
A tender moment in their life 
They share a kiss as man and wife; 
Mere words alone cannot convey 
The beauty of their wedding day.




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