Thoughts of A Wedding - by GW Hutson

Thoughts of A Wedding Silver moons ride the kiss of a lovely new bride. Enchantment in the air for all those that would dare the trip of love that has that special flare. Wedding bells of the chapel ring, choir of the angels as they sing. Her eyes only for me, tis the blessing we should agree that is the strength of life. Walking that isle towards my smile her hand given gently to me . Tis but a dream that is true. More Naked Truth of A Common Man 101 Poems G. W. Hutson©, February 1995 www.gwhutson.com