They walk down the aisle
hand in hand...

You can hear the Rushing streams
The Lovely waterfalls, splashing you...

--NOTE: this POEM was based on a PICTURE i was...
Atop a mountain...

He's what you'd call imperfect
The soft brown hair...

I cant handle this pain
it cuts down so deep...

Nature has silent secrets
that we do not know of...

Somewhere out there,
my prince awaits me...