The Bride
J Joyce Hemsley
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She walked up the Aisle in gown of white
Her vows to make ~ wedded bliss to begin.
Tonight will be a romantic night
When true love unlocks the rapture within.
Each dawning, heavenly angels will sing
As her eyes admire a sweet golden ring.
She's married now ~ made the solemn vow
And each season will ever be Spring.
By Joyce Hemsley
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