Two Dreams One Wedding
From the second he drops to his knee,
To the second before you change your name,
Love never flees,
We both know this isn't a game,
Its your love, its your dream,
its my job, its my responsability.
From our first call,
To the last big ball,
You count on me to make you a princess,
And only I know how its a process.
But the second I see your man cry at your beauty,
And you realize nothing else matters,
I realize it was my duty,
To make sure nothing but love around you shatters.
While you fall in love on that special day,
I'll remember why I started this in the first place.
Your wedding fantasy is a big deal,
And my fairytale job makes it real.
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