“I Do”


She looks down the aisle,
Her eyes filled with joy.
Her father takes her hand,
And smiles through his tears.

They come to the altar,
He gives his daughter away.
The music starts,
And the words begin.

His eyes are pools of water,
Telling of his love.
He speaks soft words,
And whispers sweet nothings.

She in turn,
Speaks of her heart.
She gives all her words,
With the voice of an angel.

The priest then asks,
One final question to each.
“Do you take him?”
“I do,” she replies.
“Do you take her?”
“I do,” he replies.

The liquid gold is placed
Their hearts are entwined.
So they walk out,
With the words,
Whispered in the wind,
I do.....