WEDDING

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We're standing at the front row,
Your eyes in my direction.
I walked towards you so slow,
Our favorite song, playing on.

As I glanced at the people,
Tears are falling down their eyes.
Even though the room is small,
They look happily surprised.

And now the vows were exhanged,
A promise until both age.
"You may now kiss the bride,"
Father said and moved aside.

I didn't do anything,
My body stiffed all evening.
I really miss everything,
Wish I had that wedding ring.

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