I can see you in my mind’s eye;
We’re standing face to face.
Some guy in black is asking me.
“Her hand will you take?”
I pay him no attention as if he isn’t there,
Cause right now it’s just you and me, but yet I’m gripped with fear.
My hold on your hand keeps slipping, my fingers are clammy and wet,
He asks me if I’ll hold you tight, as we both continue to sweat.
He says something about “sickness and health”, can we move it along my friend?
I remember waiting for this day to come, but I can’t wait for it to end.
For richer, poorer, better or worse, till we are parted by death,
I can’t wait to leave this church so I can have you to myself.
He asks me one last question,
And he asks the same to you,
We both reveal a little smile as we both say “I do”.
Now we get to the good parts,
He says, “You may Kiss the bride”,
I hold you close, and our lips connect,
Again, for the very first time.
Man and wife we are pronounced,
The crowd erupts in cheers,
We both take hold of what we’ve striven to attain for so many years.
Our exit is grand as people give praise,
Through the crowd we make our way,
Alone in the limo we exchange stares,
And from our lips “I love you” escapes.
“We did it.” “We made it.” We’re finally here.”
These words we lovingly say,
We’ll forever cherish this blessed occasion,
This moment……Our Wedding Day.