Wedding

Bells whistle and sing their beautiful song,
Giving life to this once lonely land,
The procession begins with giggled whispers,
White dress, black tie, they all being to stand.

Two smiling faces, waiting for the que,
The preacher man continues with his speech,
A baby laughing off in the distance,
They're toes sinking in the sandy beach.

Now comes the moment of truth,
Will both say what they know to be true?
Smiling, the agreements are made
A kiss seals the deal, an eternal bond made new.