I know you remember that warm summer’s day,
When you walked down the aisle in a satin array.
A radiant smile hiding behind a white veil,
Behind, two princesses hanging onto your trail.
Church bells ringing a good luck charm,
You came down the aisle on your dad’s arm.
The whole congregation stood as if on cue,
Looking over their shoulders to get a good view.
Your bouquet, a treasure of nature supreme,
A gift from the gods to an earthly queen.
A harbinger of things in the future stored,
Yet to be written in some loving record.
That melodious voice that said: ”Yes, I do,”
And those golden eyes that said: “I love you.”
Still whispers ever so softly in my ear,
When looking back over the years, with a tear.