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Wedding Day

He proposed at the top of the Eiffel Tower
while we were studying for a semester in France.
College sweethearts you could say,
the tight of the tight, the lovey-dovey of all love.
Dad said the ring was the size of his head,
too much for such a petite girl.
You'd never see something like that in his day.
Through preparations and planning,
fights about whether the tablecloths should be
aqua blue or navy blue, a wedding started to poke its head through.
I let my friends ooh and ah over the store dresses,
attempting to find the perfect fit, the "one".
It was harder than I thought.
Kathy liked the mermaid, and Jenna liked the ballgown.
They hindered a little more than they helped it seemed.
Finally I picked the one I dreamed of at night,
ignoring the sighs of disappoint from those who
would have their chance when their time came.
But this was mine, and the way the white and crystal cloth
fell over my excited and quivering skin, was beyond words and imagination.
A sunset ceremony to signify the end of my old life, and the next morning
we would wake into a new one, together.
It was the first time I saw my mother cry.
I restrained myself as she blotted her eyes with a white handkerchief,
saying how proud she was.
I could feel emotions bubbling inside that I'd never felt before
and I had to turn away and remember this was the day of days,
and no one wanted to see a sobbing, red-faced bride.
It's not a pretty sight.
With my grandmother's pearl necklace strapped snug around my neck,
I walk the miles of feet that lead to my future.
He takes my hand and steals my breath away.
While everyone is looking at me, made up and tied in,
I'm looking at him, the one who has stood by me through
petty arguments and my insatiable thirst to look smart.
He sat through appointments due to breaks and chips that I cried through,
hair salons to get the perfect 'do.
He's not afraid to deal with the inner workings of a woman's heart,
the aches and pains, the endless groans of agony from female activities.
He never gives up, never gives in,
and as he slides the silver band on my finger,
left hand, second one from the left,
I'm glad he was always there and regret my attempted screaming matches.
But now I know he'll always stand through my tidal wave of emotions,
and I kiss him deeply, letting him know how much I care.
I never wanna let go but with some many curious eyes watching,
it's inappropriate to go any farther.
So our lips part and we gaze into each other's eyes.
This is our world now and we're ready to run it.




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