He
stands on the stage
All
dressed up in his best suit
Eyes
streaming in the crowd
Maybe
a few drops of perspiration
As
the Angels play tricks on his mind
He
stands erect with an anxious face
Scouting
the sea of faces...
“Where
is your bride, Martin?
Is
she coming or has she forgotten?
Today
is her big day...”
He
says a short prayer
“Let
her come Let her come
I
am waiting here like ages..”
Then
his ears pick up the tune
The
marching bride comes along
Martin
looks up
The
smile spreads over his face
“My
Lord she comes
Thank
you for bringing her to me
In
Your Grace I thank you”
Belinda
walks to the stage
Every
eye turns to smile at the bride
In
her radiant smile in white wedding gown
The
sound of melody ringing high to the sky
The
time has arrived
Martin
smiles his anxious face disappears
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