The Church is beautiful, a perfect white.
The Altar is magnificently lit.
Dozens of candles burn the sweetest scents.
The pews are filled with many bright-eyed guests,
The closest of Family in the front.
Ah! Finally the Orchestra begins.
The doors swing wide as “The Bridal March” plays.
The Beaming Bride is on her Father’s arm.
They start their stroll to the holy Altar,
Followed closely by the two Flower Girls,
Their cute pink dresses flowing in the breeze.
Ah! And there is the dapper Groom waiting.
He looks into his soon-to-be-wife’s eyes,
And she grins, now she finally has him.
He peers to his Best Man, who gives a smile.
The Groom relaxes, comforted by him.
The Music stops and the Groom lifts the veil.
The Priest begins the ceremony now.
As the Holy Man drones on, The Groom thinks.
He then steps down and speaks loud to the crowd.
Speaks of lies, tricks, of false and secret loves.
He steps to his Best Man and kisses him.
They embrace passionately through the gasps.
They join hands and run out of the Church doors.
They run off to their grand happy ending.