We picked the music, walked together
while everyone smiled, glassy eyed,
to each of us we had chosen a path,
our favorites were the melodies we knew
to be such delightful reminders
of just that happiness we had chosen.
When your hand I held, and walked
the aisle while the violin played behind,
well it was then I knew I was innocent
of all the growth that lay ahead in our lives.
I do listen to that music nearly every night,
only to recall the reason it holds the key
to whom we are today, to a sweet blend
a harmony to rest upon your true soul,
to allow me to understand the peace you give
my every day, my every heartfelt waking day