Get me red roses
On my wedding day
And litter their petals-
I used to say
A garden outside
A scenic view
A clear cloudless sky-
For my something blue
A cello quartet
Playing The Prelude
An esteemed pianist
Presenting an étude
A pearly white veil
Sweeping the floor
Like waves out at sea
Draping the shore
But now as I stood
In my living room
With a ring on my finger
And my eyes on the groom
There was no lovelier rose
Than the one in my heart
That bloomed every night
For my counterpart
Our little balcony
Had the greatest view
Overlooking the city
Where I grew
As the radio blared
We danced through the night
And nothing had ever
Felt so right
I didn't need something borrowed
Or something blue
As long as I knew
My groom was you.
~Via
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Magnolia
Poetry❝When you're in a dark place, you tend to think that you've been buried. Perhaps you've been planted. Bloom.❞
