My eyes are lying
I can’t be here
This can’t be…
I’m in a gorgeous, over flown wedding gown
Walking down the isle
Friends & family gawking at me
Then my eyes meet his,
This is real!
I am with him for the rest of my life.
My hand finds its way to his
I am marrying my prince…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem