You could hear the bells ring out.
Stricking noon.
You could see cars dressed up in ribbon,
As they passed by.
You could smell the flowers,
Pinkand crip, freshly picked.
You could touch the booklet,
It said our names in fancy scipt.
When it was time,
You turned and saw me,
In a overprice but special dress.
I could almost touch you,
Iwanted that kiss.
You looked so hansome,
Standing there.
Now we are here,
That day was the start of,
The rest of our lives.


