My Tall Bride
I am the shortest in her family, standing at five foot nine;
Everyone else is over six feet including that bride of mine.
In the pictures from our wedding I look like a midget in a tux;
Taking pictures of all of us sitting down was a definite must.
For years she was so adamant not to date a shorter guy
And now, twenty years later, people still are asking her, “Why?”
I guess that love indeed can conquer all, including a difference in height
That is the long and the short of it; Good morning, good day and good night.
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