The day has come for me to wed.
"i do" is something i have practiced and to myself said.
i am covered in a gown of white
trimmed with roses of red,
as dark as the summer`s night.
I'm on my way out that door,
the one that leads to the isle way.
O NO! i forgot my vows.
i must go back...
ill forget what to say.
i must have opened the wrong door
because what i saw wasn't right,
of that i am sure!
it was my brides mate and my feonca`...
fooling around, on our wedding day...
(i admit...didn't really like this poem too much)(lol)
