Dream Come True

by Joanny   Sep 8, 2004


A cold winter day
Soft snow falls from the sky
The ground looking like whip cream
Soft milky walk way
I feel like I'm floating
Walking on a cloud
Happier than ever
With a kool-aid smile
My snow white silky smooth dress
My long hair in curls
I look around and all i see is roses
Dozens of white roses
Blossoming the room
My path is closing in
Walk way coming to an end
A baby soft hand holding mine
Placing a ring and whispering i love you
It's like a fairytale
like a dream
But all fairy tales and dreams have an end
I look up and all i see is you
The dream comes to an end
With two words
I DO

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