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A Golden Bouquet of Orchids Walking in the isle at little less than fifty,or older; For the first time,second times,and maybe over. Same as the young,church decors with many ribbons and flowers; Also two bells at the entrance where two doves be released later. Maid of Honor and Best Man,Bride's Maids and Partners; Ring bearer and Little Girls with basket of flowers. A Bride who is with long, flowing soft, and silky dress; Which she chose for the occasion,she considers,above anything else. The Groom is waiting near the altar,while the bride and entourage are marching; Church bells are ringing,and the quire are singing. Relatives and friends are watching,when ceremony started; Priest is ready for wedding sermons and prayers,he meditated. The blushing bride,almost dizzy with excitement; Feeling so young and happy,for the fulfillment. For almost every woman's wish,is to marry the man of her dream; Who would love and respect her,for the ways,she imagine. Such feeling,for at last,he brings her to the altar,for the pledge; 'To Love and To Cherish,for Better,for Worse,'Till Death do We Part." May the Creator listens to the vows of love that these two people made; And Bless them ,as A Marriage Made in Heaven,and Never be Apart. Ages are just numbers,when love is in the air; Even for lolos and lolas,crossing seven seas,will dare. They know for sure,what kind of vows,they made; No more excuse for hearts mistake,for it will be too late. Women of golden years,who still seek for marriage, without fear; Just like Orchids,whose strong petals don't easily wilt and dissapear.   jgsoriano |
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