Here in my dress is myself,
Staring in to the mirror.
As i was wishing for the perfect wedding,
My body became stiff,
My heart like a balloon,
Either ready to float away,
Or ready to pop.
I started thinking of what could go wrong,
My mind filled with horrid ideas,
My dress might get torn,
Or my farther might be come ill ,
Who would take me up the aisle?
The day came.
Strangled my heart felt.
My sweet heart lifts my veil.
Our mouths touched, we kissed.
What i had prayed for came true.
This poem was written/submitted by Bethany.T.