Bridal March Poem by Jeannette Heywood
Bridal March
(With Wagner's Bridal March in mind)
Here comes the bride.
Her father swells with pride.
Here comes her mother, sister and brother.
Her groom waits down the aisle.
He wears a nervous smile.
Beside him stands his best man,
holds rings as best he can.
They say their vows out loud.
Delighting all the crowd.
As man and wife they kiss.
So begins their life of bliss.
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