My Bride
In bathing herself
Her time she takes
The cream must be rubbed in
And her skin massaged
Her beauty Could none match
Her charm A spell cast on all
Her crown Everyone called ethereal
Her robe Queen Elizabeth couldn't possess
In style did she appear
With majesty through the aisle she walked
How stately she beside me stood
Like the goddess of beauty
It was said
With such courtliness
No royal blood possessed
In solemnity she said 'I do'
I do! I do! I do!
Mine forever she is to behold
Man and wife we'll forever be
My bride - is her name
Her name is - my bride.
Copyright © Noel Tonka | Year Posted 2016
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