And the grace in your eyes,
and the swing in your step,
and you walk down the isle,
love holding your very hand..
you look back and cry,
at the times that passed bye,
and how you felt was undeniable..
you were young,
and dumb,
and all but in love,
but you thought it was the real thing.
With fortune and trust,
a future of lust,
you could not walk away....
you looked in her eyes,
and spoke a sweet melody,
it's heart ache and pain to get through.