Getting Married
The day would surely come,
When you know your the one,
The one they'll love,
The one they'll soon belove.
The day is near,
When you'll hear the cheer,
The cheer of a crowd,
Waiting to hear that you vowed.
Vowed a great life,
With the lady you loved,
The girl who will be your wife,
Who you'll soon to beloved.
I will cheer aloud,
Over all the crowd,
To wish you luck,
For your still a young buck.
Matthew Brazwell
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