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heatI wait anxiously I wait nervouslyFrom afar I notice not the sun in my eyes but the true beauty whose kindness and warmth is genuinely better than any blanket on a cold dayMy finance as gorgeous as the day we metShe too is nervous She too is anxiousWe stand side by sideBehind us, waves break as we share our vows — the ocean was loud that dayI always assumed it too wanted to celebrateWe exchange vows in front of a crowd of familiar faces, our friends and familyHappy

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is more than just a catchy songIt is a genuine emotion felt by two souls becoming oneWhen asked if we vow to protect, love, and cherish through thick and thinour eyes began to sing before our words vocalizedI do.I do.How I got so lucky is a question often renewed.Where I write, in front of me, is a photo collage from our wedding day. Looking at it while drinking my morning cup of coffee inspired this poem. She inspires me every day to write, good or bad. This poem is for her.</article></body>

I Do

Skies clear as if upon request families waiting in bated breath together, on this day, they join — on the beach with sand, warm as the Florida heat

I wait anxiously I wait nervously

From afar I notice not the sun in my eyes but the true beauty whose kindness and warmth is genuinely better than any blanket on a cold day

My finance as gorgeous as the day we met

She too is nervous She too is anxious

We stand side by side

Behind us, waves break as we share our vows — the ocean was loud that day

I always assumed it too wanted to celebrate

We exchange vows in front of a crowd of familiar faces, our friends and family

Happy is more than just a catchy song

It is a genuine emotion felt by two souls becoming one

When asked if we vow to protect, love, and cherish through thick and thin

our eyes began to sing before our words vocalized

I do.

How I got so lucky is a question often renewed.

Where I write, in front of me, is a photo collage from our wedding day. Looking at it while drinking my morning cup of coffee inspired this poem. She inspires me every day to write, good or bad. This poem is for her.