A MUSE ess music box
she hears things eye can not hear the things she hears
A MUSE ess music box
A MUSE ess music box
she hears things eye can not hear the things she hears the orchestra may be mellow brass or loud strings whatever cash is spent in the hiring of the band on the finger on the pillow first the boy and then the girl lift up the ring and offer it to the wedding people is this a man and a woman or a boy and just a girl YES I can hear the Preacher saying this to them Marriage is ordained By God and then the room is sour the music by the hour the twenty piece orchestration wedding march hear comes the bride and groom they prance so stiffley in the horses collars and the blinders hide the faces in the room from the cell phone facebook flashes the world just loves romances and soon the honey moon as the flower girls pass the Leis around the room the sun parts open the window and shines can you hear me now can you hear the melody of life wrapped up in all the pomp and circumspect wedding you are lost in the crowd but not alone hear with me in my poem we are just pawns in the chess board of life white and black Rook and King Queen and Bishop both of us meeting under the moon to croon words of love stuck inside this moving music box after the wedding march
she hears things eye can not hear the things she hears the orchestra may be mellow brass or loud strings whatever cash is spent in the hiring of the band on the finger on the pillow first the boy and then the girl lift up the ring and offer it to the wedding people is this a man and a woman or a boy and just a girl YES I can hear the Preacher saying this to them Marriage is ordained By God and then the room is sour the music by the hour the twenty piece orchestration wedding march hear comes the bride and groom they prance so stiffley in the horses collars and the blinders hide the faces in the room from the cell phone facebook flashes the world just loves romances and soon the honey moon as the flower girls pass the Leis around the room the sun parts open the window and shines can you hear me now can you hear the melody of life wrapped up in all the pomp and circumspect wedding you are lost in the crowd but not alone hear with me in my poem we are just pawns in the chess board of life white and black Rook and King Queen and Bishop both of us meeting under the moon to croon words of love stuck inside this moving music box after the wedding march
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