Wedding Day

One look from him and I fell under his spell His manicured fingers moved like a magician's His lips in proportion to the pearly-white Dazzling Perfection of his irresistible smile With great expertise, never wasting a word I gave in to his charm and persuasion As he sweet talked to me We started to meet and Date fast and furiously In all the unusual places we could think of My artful young man had endless resources Pulling the strings that seduced me No hesitation when he asked me sincerely "Come on let's get married": he was A master of self-assured ease Wedding day memories come back to remind me A veil of white lace Trailing softly behind me Something borrowed'n'blue Something old'n'new As I waited devoutly from the groom to appear Crammed in their pews the Guests growing restless Restraining their pent-up hysteria The minutes ticked by With relentless precision So where on earth was my husband to be? No hesitation when he asked me sincerely "Come on let's get married": he was A master of self-assured ease Wedding day memories come back to remind me A veil of white lace Trailing softly behind me No nervous bridegroom in manly composure Only the priest in cospicuous embarassment Wedding day memories come back to remind me A veil of white lace Trailing softly behind me No nervous bridegroom in manly composure Only the priest in cospicuous embarassment Wedding day memories come back to remind me A veil of white lace Trailing softly behind me No wedding march to walk down the aisle with Just the dull dirge of My inconsolable grieving