We
Are birds
In the sky
Looking to land
High upon a tree
We'll have each other's wings
Thru the seasons and nature
Good weather and bad, cold and hot
To rise and broaden our horizons
To
My love
In my dream
I want your hand
To hold and marry
To branch, like birds, freely
Building upon that first twig
In time we'll have our own nesteggs
Dear, can I have the key to your heart
9/27/22
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She was so beside herself , ntoxicated by ardent kisses,
Fantasies of walking down the aisle and becoming his
Mrs.
So, lost was she, in present reality, her chocolates melted
in her hand and became one with her front door key.
When he saw what she has done, he knew this was a sweet
sign of his future bride-to-be!
4/24/2021
Dripping onto roses her mind is clearly on her wedding day
Lying on a bed of nothing her heart wants to be carried quite away
We cannot reach her now for she is in the throes of a new life
Dreaming of the second she will be pronounced young Jack’s wife
Her moods often time flux between giddy and some kind of grief
Settle down and then spring up, few moments of authentic relief
We have been through this; she is our youngest daughter of six.
Jack acts like she is normal. Do you think he might be a bit thick?
Dripping onto roses her attitude is that we are in the way.
My husband takes it personally. He’s a man. What can I say?
I am busy in my garden, developing my own hybrids, too busy to care.
But when she is in bride-mode, there is destruction in the air.
Since when did a wedding have to be an expensive, lavish event?
We are not celebrities or sports stars. We do not own, just rent.
The prima donna is sleeping, so of course she cannot help with supper.
I feel sorry for Jack. Who will cook for them? Not this little puffer.
Oh sweet bride to be
as the flowers bloom
you snuck to my room
in hopes of a lustful spoon
Groom anxiously awaits
as your father opens the front gates
No one will comprehend our fate
Face to face we engage
Stockings, undergarments and satin lace
on the floor they lay
We embrace and grind away
You are beautiful,
The old men find you irresistible.
The men, well dressed,
Leg crossed,
Sitting in their shops,
Whistling as you take stops.
You catwalk,
The *****cat never again walk.
Guys watching, your hips twisting,
East to west.
Who will woo you first?
I adore you,
But give me all fortunes, I will refuse you.
Painting hands and lips are your morning duty,
Abuse words only you know, yet you claim beauty.
You are so caring,
Little needs of your youngers are frustrating.
You detest men with leg-edes-benz,
And even toy with those with mercedes-benz,
Robbing them mercilessly.
Making men meditate meaninglessly.
As the clock ticks,
So, does the page of the day flicks.
People are not getting younger,
Everyone and so should you have got wiser.
Be respectful and obedient.
Love your man and learn to be patient.
Be caring in all situation,
And never give your man examination.
Behaviour, if you ask me
Is beauty, beautiful bride-to-be.
When does forever become an option?
Only when one can still find
Inspiration for living
Despite the stale smell of saliva
From the person across the bed.
Consider it better
To regret walking away
Than having stayed with much regret.
So should today the fading footsteps
With the banging door
—the sounds of an almost wedding—
Be a reason for sleepless tear-fests,
Tomorrow it can be a cause for appreciation
Or gratitude for thinking twice.
For it matters not how the heart aches now
For affection
Or lust;
In the end what matters is how
The small talk before bedtime
—regardless of redundancy—
Will always be interesting
Time after time after time.
Dear Father who art in Heaven if it be thy will,
On my blessed wedding day bid me to fulfill,
Each vow I take with humble heart and grant me to intrust,
This man I choose forever more until the earths in crust.
Please give me understanding and the power to forgive,
And add consideration to this new life I must live.
Help me O'er the rough roads for rough roads there shall be,
Making the joy of happiness live 'til eternity.
If I try and try I will, dear Lord I shan't forget,
Your helping hand has guided me past the word regret.
So once again, I beg dear Lord, Please linger by my side,
The day I change from a silly girl, to a woman and a Bride!
The day is comming to be a new bride.
Family and friends are all on my side.
I'm getting married far across the sea.
In a town some where in Italy.
Something old and something new
Something borrowed something blue.
Our love I will keep forever in my heart
Forever and always we'll never be apart.
My wedding day is comming soon.
After that it's the honeymoon.
A life together for him and me.
A love that will grow for eternity.
Teresa Skyles August 05, 2010
This was wrote for a very sweet friend thats
soon to be a lovely bride Linda Marie.
For twenty years
I have shed tears
With you
And for you.
All these years
Of teaching you
To walk
And talk
Just to tell you
To shut-up
And sit down
So here you are
About to walk
Down the isle
To say, "I do"
I know
Our lives will change
Once again
Testing A T & T's service
Be the lady
You are
Change into the woman
You are meant to be
Love doesn't conquer all
In just one heart beat
We know
Everything takes time
Life is about choices
I made mine
With you
Through better or worse
Just know
I am proud
Of all you are
"I Love You"