On your wedding day

I promise I’ll come on time

But please don’t let me see

As you go marching on that isle

When I hear those choir sings

I will cover my ears

It will only hurt me

And shed a mug of tears

On that day of your wedding

I’ll sit at the far dark side

So you can’t see me

Wiping tears I’ll try to hide

When that pastor ask that question

Please let me hear I DO

So I’ll quit from dreaming

That I can still have you

As soon your wedding is over

I’ll buy ticket to Spain

And stay there for long years

Until I forget the pain

 —-ROBERTO ALICO JR.

(Via Gelden Magallanes Blog)