The Wedding
The doors began to open,
and I stepped into the room.
With one foot after the other,
and waiting to hold you soon!
You looked at me and smiled,
as a tear ran down your face.
You were the only thought I had
in a fairly crowded place.
We held eachother's hands
and I gazed into your eyes.
Knowing that you were the one
left no one in surprise.
Now the wedding is over,
but we made the perfect team.
So, I can't wait to meet you
instead of having you as a dream.
I know it's on your heart;
and it's only a matter of time,
before you think you're ready,
and then God will make you mine.
Copyright © Amanda Quinn | Year Posted 2006
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