You won't remember the color of the tablecloths,
or the design on the plates.
You'll remember the gleam in his eyes,
and the way 'I do' tasted on your lips.
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 10:16 AM UTC
You won't remember the color of the tablecloths,
or the design on the plates.
You'll remember the gleam in his eyes,
and the way 'I do' tasted on your lips.
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