The bell was hanging in the air.
Ringing in the breeze.
A couple said their I do's
Under an orchard of peach trees.
She wore the lightest pink
Her mama would allow.
A maiden should wear white.
But a light hue would suffice now.
The blooms were falling freely,
They canopied her veil.
Making her a royal carpet.
Her heart began to sail.
The day was absolutely perfect.
Not a cloud was in the sky.
The sun shone all around her.
She let out a gentle, dreamy sigh.
She saw him standing there,
Waiting with a handsome grin.
She could not wait to marry him.
He was truly her best friend.
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