Bride To Be

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    Bride To Be
    Dressed in white in a veil of silk
    I walk along the narrow path,
    To meet my love in this holy grail
    Where hands like lips do touch
    And the pilgrims blush with pride...
    Here's where I take thee,
    As my bride...

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    Metaldoll commented on Bride To Be

    03-23-2009

    So simple and so honest. I like it.
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    rotciv1783

    07/20/2009

    Thank you :)

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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