I strum my guitar to the empty house,
Is this a dream? It’s God who knows.
Beautiful women in gorgeous clothes,
Beside’s men in black coats and bows.
White church, sun glazing through blue windows,
My love will recite the wedding vows.
I strum my guitar to the empty house,
Is this a dream? It’s God who knows.
A silent wind and a sweet flower scent,
2 alter candles flames, dancing and bent.
The priest adjusts his clergy collar,
A cross and bible to honor.
I strum my guitar to the empty house,
Is this a dream? It’s God who knows.
The groom is handsome, blushing
Besides the best man, beaming
Here she comes, in white gown,
A bouquet of flower, and strange frown.
I strum my guitar to the empty house,
Is this a dream? It’s God who knows.
A wedding cake, beautiful ring,
A just married vehicle, are just things.
What’s important, is 2 hearts,
Lots of Love and open wings.
I strum my guitar to the empty house,
Is this a dream? It’s God who knows.
The priest, “speak now/forever hold your peace”
The time would just cease.
“I do” say’s the groom.
A tear rolls down the bride and silence in the room.
I strum my guitar to the empty house,
Is this a dream? It’s God who knows.
‘You may have forced me to marry you,
But it’s he who I love and wish to marry too.’
The hand pointed towards me,
My guitar fell dead on my knee.
Yet,
I strum my guitar to the empty house,
Is this a dream? It’s God who knows.
A heated argument and all went nuts.
The blood in groom’s hand and a cross pierced into my guts.
I lay on her lap, floating in the clouds,
My eyes wide shut, in the middle of the crowd.
‘”Promise me, Promise me you won’t leave me like this ”
A cold tear and a warm kiss.
“I will be here all the while,
Till you come and become mine”
Therefore,
I strum my guitar to the empty house
,My love will come to recite the wedding vows.
I strum my guitar to the empty house.
She will come, because it’s me who she loves.
--------- RAJ
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