She walks in the aisle
Handling a bouquet of flowers
She was just so mild
Her smile turns me wild
As she was walking gracefully
i recall the moment we shared
How i lived each day happily
Of all the times, for her, i cared
i run a mile
Just to get to her
Whenever, for help, she call
i never wanna let her fall
Hoped everybody would allow
That she and i would exchange vows
She's the girl i want to be my wife
For the rest of my life
Then she was getting closer
What a pretty hairdress she wears
And it fits her the elegant white gown
But everything turns upside down
i hold her hands
and take her to dreamland
i don't wanna let it go
but there's nothing i can do
She looks at the groom
To whom standing beside me
And i just say, 'Congratulations'
Best wishes for the both of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is the life of many men. Displayed once more that they hurt again. I recommend it be read some more. That this go on that tortures galore. For none must ever see it true. That this thing said is just for you. No it must be the plight of all. To be told again what they can't recall That love is lost of friends by grace , by women held in charmed embrace.