I Do

My dad held my hand 

and told me it would be okay.

Looking so elegant and tan,

the music starts to play. 

On the top of a Mountain,

my dress flowed with the wind.

Your eyes met with the horizon 

and ill never have that feeling again. 

He looked at her from above

and it gave me a clue. 

I knew they were in love,

when the words were said "I Do".

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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