When you get married,
I hope it's as blissful as the stare in your eyes.
The depth of heartfelt halo's
And porcelain angels with cemented smiles.
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When you get married,
I hope the isles are lined with the silver lining of all you dreamed.
Caressed tuxedos and sips of passion taken from crystal glasses.
When you get married,
I hope that the dress you pick shines as bright as your smile.
I can hear the music playing now as you softly walk to the alter.
As the pastor presents you to God,
Hand in marriage, with the one you truly love.
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When you get married,
I hope that the groom grasps your hand with a look filled with true desire.
Awaiting to slide the ring not just on your finger.
But the hopes and dreams of turning a house into a home.
That the fire place of passion ignites not only the crackling sound of a stare that never burns out.
But the realm of eternity.
An equinox that spreads in all directions.
Blessed with the press of your lips against his in holy matrimony.
A love that truly stands the test of time.
As with the look of each others eyes, the constellations are soon to form a heart
That spreads across the sky.
When you get married