To have and to hold

Nineteen years

Lots of joy and a few tears

In my memory, all things love.

December twenty-eight, Holy Innocents Day

White shoes, white gown, with God looking down 

The rain subsides leaving pearl white skies

A church lively dressed, with flowers and friends

Family gathers as we walk down the aisle.

Time has come, we proclaim:

"Hold my hand, be my bay."

"Take my heart, come what may."

"Together endure will keep our love pure."