Thoughts of A Wedding
Silver moons ride the kiss of a lovely new bride.
Enchantment in the air
for all those that would dare the trip of love
that has that special flare.
Wedding bells of the chapel ring,
choir of the angels as they sing.
Her eyes only for me,
tis the blessing we should agree
that is the strength of life.
Walking that isle towards my smile
her hand given gently to me
.
Tis but a dream that is true.
Silver moons ride the kiss of a lovely new bride.
Enchantment in the air
for all those that would dare the trip of love
that has that special flare.
Wedding bells of the chapel ring,
choir of the angels as they sing.
Her eyes only for me,
tis the blessing we should agree
that is the strength of life.
Walking that isle towards my smile
her hand given gently to me
.
Tis but a dream that is true.
More Naked Truth of A Common Man 101 Poems
G. W. Hutson©, February 1995
