7:36pm A random little poem I thought of:
As I've prepared myself in my formal wear,
I await the carriage to head for the ballroom.
The skies are blue and lit,
like the faces of the newly-weds.
Yesterday the leave from the house,
today to the groom's baby bath.
Years will come and go,
but the memories made together will always flow!
I await the carriage to head for the ballroom.
The skies are blue and lit,
like the faces of the newly-weds.
Yesterday the leave from the house,
today to the groom's baby bath.
Years will come and go,
but the memories made together will always flow!
I think it sounds rather weird but smile =D
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