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by Courtney Mar 19, 2009 category : Life, society / other
She sat in her chair Just beeming From the gold of her hair To the grin in her stare Engaged to marry At only nineteen Happy she was, very Yet her future ahead seemed scary She smiled and she cried And all in between She couldn't decide If she wanted to be a bride Her groom to be How lovely He was for she That he felt her to be his destiny But she couldn't leave Her family That she wore on her sleeve And so she would grieve A decision to be made Sooner or later To remain a maid Or let her love fade Once upon a time Was now reality As the wedding bells chime This was her prime Her mind is set To A husband she will beget And the home she must now forget Ahead, her future lays As a mystery To wonder through the maze And learn the married ways Her fears put aside With no Tears to hide For they have dried She will find her way She knows How the Fairy Tale Story will play With trials her true love will slay As she puts on her gown For the day And stands before the isle to walk down There at the end is her prince, waiting with her crown