The Bride Poem by Joyce Hemsley

The Bride



She walked up the Aisle in gown of white
Her vows to make ~ wedded bliss to begin.
Tonight will be a romantic night
When true love unlocks the rapture within.

Each dawning, heavenly angels will sing
As her eyes admire a sweet golden ring.
She's married now ~ made the solemn vow
And each season will ever be Spring.

By Joyce Hemsley

Saturday, February 5, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: romantic
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Joyce Hemsley

Joyce Hemsley

Portsmouth England
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