With the perfect gown on her,
And the fear and joy of an uncertain future,
She held her smile,
adjusted her headband,
And all night long,
In front of the mirror,
she practiced the verse,
But she practiced the wrong verse,
Of being man and wife,
Not husband and wife
Or wife and husband,
But man and wife.

And on that so called perfect day,
She stepped up holding his hand,
The white gown and the black suit,
Finally made the pair,
But sadly the priest said the wrong words,
For he said,
“You may now kiss the bride”
But not, “You may kiss each other!”

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