Filled the deck of the dream ship
Satin and lace
In interface
Sewing the hem of long drift
The June wedding
With August heart's blessings
Still a dream
Wondering;
Wandering thoughts
Of a woman to cherish.....
As white hair
Its rightful place
behind her ears
With silver trace.........
Her eyes still scanning the horizon
To see her long lost love....
finally having her understood
Walking in to grace the occasion
A June wedding
Sewing the hem of long drift
With August heart's blessings
No more a dream
But a fact of reality!
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