Our Wedding Day
Our Wedding Day
By Rick Rucker
I am standing here, with the preacher,
My Love, in the back of the church, I cannot reach Her,
Now the music begins to play,
On this lovely, Blessed day,
As She walks between the pews,
She is Gorgeous, not any real news,
She has a certain Regal air,
Today, She seems to not have a care,
As She slowly passes by,
Men admire Her, women cry,
My head feels as if there is no blood in it,
Yet, my Heart beats at a mile a minute!
Finally, She stops, and turns,
If she knew how my Heart yearns,
To steal her away, to start our honeymoon,
It would surely make Her swoon!
Somehow, I remain in place,
Staring at her lovely face,
I am afraid that I will not last,
My heart is beating so darn fast!
I want the words to start,
Maybe that will slow my heart,
The preacher asks the question of me now,
And I give my solemn vow,
To always hold this woman dear,
If he knew Her, my answer would be very clear,
Now he asks her the same question,
Without a pause, or its suggestion,
She says “Yes,” to my relief,
I have won the lottery, is my belief!
To have the fairest in the land,
Standing next to me, a gold ring on her hand!
All the rest is just for show,
For I will always know,
That I have won The Prize,
That Winsome Creature, right before my eyes!
Copyright © Rick Rucker | Year Posted 2011
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