The First Wedding

I recalled a girl, once my best friend

She had a lovely face that was content.

We were young about eight or nine

When I asked if she would be the bride of mine.

I was happy when we got married in her play house

My rugged jeans and she had a white blouse.

Our guests were some animals and Barbie,

A lily she carried forever it may be.

With an apple we had a feast

And promised the wedding was not a tease.

Our first dance was And I Love Her

The Beatles who gave us our first kiss ever.

The memory of our wedding still clear,

And she, the one and only my dear,

Though she is now beneath the earth fast asleep,

I can decree that in my heart deep,

The innocence of that early wedding,

Was the only God’s hope of marriage meeting.

All the guests and the song still alive in my mind

“I do”, that I did still says you are always mine.