Treasure Island

zepeda anahi


To my friend on her wedding day


Wedding bells i hear
Smiles i see
A beautiful bride appear
On her white dress
She's ready to impress

Awaits her groom
At the end of the room
His face full of light
Love is all you can see in his eyesight

Together holding hands
Putting their wedding bands
Making this moment theirs
What a romantic pair

As the judge pronounce them
Husband and wife
A tender kiss is shared
Meaning of a new chapter in life

My dear friend this is for you
Hoping all your dreams come true
My wish to you is all the best
Now lets go and have some cake..hahaha
CONGRATULATIONS! ! ! !

Submitted: Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Edited: Thursday, May 19, 2011

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