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Tinted balloons, silky ribbons and bouquets adorn the venue in mid-autumn Wow! It’s the happiest day in our lives .
The word "fight" never seemed to apply I see its far more than what meets the eye A promise made in youth that must live when youth dies And I fight. Oh, its a front and a facade - yes, I fight!
Two years, three years, five years passed Now we're in this chapel Everything feels surreal It all feels like a dream Two years, three years, five years passed
The Mountain tall, It stands with pride. It soars with trees upon its side, A pointing shard, Her Standing guard. Waiting there below his Bride.
She walks the night on star staircase by the moons silver glare glides along the glittered sky as if wings held her high her eyes reflect the wounder of the night a voice like a harp in the wind
"Just Married" signs are so wonderful to be seen on the back of a car speeding down the highway to a destination unknown by onlookers. The direction only to be determined
My collar's too tight, the room is too hot. I shuffle my feet, my stomach's in knots. Once I look up, I can breathe because I see There she is walking towards me As she comes my way, passing pew by pew,
Love is a dream that every girl is looking for. Love is a way to make it through a long, rough day. Love is the smell of a rose that meets you at your front door with a kiss.
Her alarm went off at six in the morning She heard wedding bells in her sleep, then the snooze went off-- a warning. He turned on the coffee pot, somewhere on the other side of town.
My Love, You are my heart, my joy, and my bride. For you, I took the nails and the wound in my side. For you, I was beaten beyond recognition. For you, I lived knowing I’d endure crucifixion.