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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