Loving

 

With bated breath I waited,

for you to take my hand.

The promises we make today,

 will forever stand.

 

White starched shirt and sweaty palms,

smooth clean shaven face.

Through nervous tears, I see our plans

sanctioned by His grace.

 

With anxious smiles and racing eyes,

I calm the restless crowd.

For as you glided down the aisle,

My wife, you made me proud.

 

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