Another elaborate wedding.
Another set of rings.
I'd once again speak my wedding vows
and he'd say his.
I passed the test though.
It was overwhelming, but I passed.
One down, two more to go.
These tests -- they just remind me of what I have and how lucky I am to be married to a man as wonderful as he.
cryptic, huh?
nice warm little poem..liked it.
ReplyDeleteReally, it's a blessing to have married to the right guy. We must have done something good in our past life to deserve them in our present life.
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