I am cross stiching this with a red rose down the side for h2b then framing it to give him on the day............might be a bit long for you tho?

It's the morning of my wedding and as I daydream, yet in bed
Thoughts of you and our new life together are all that fill my head
I waited so long for the time that you would place this band upon my finger
And now the path that brought us here is in what my mind lingers
We fell in love so gradually, we started out as simply friends,
And now I'm filled with wonder that you'll be all mine when this day ends
I run my fingers lovingly down the dress it took me so long to find,
I wanted to be beautiful on this day I would become your bride.
My mother helps me now adjust the veil upon my head
And standing right close by with tears is my best girlfriend
Everyone has said we're blessed because they know the love we've found
We've realized we're lucky that love so strong even once has come around
We are at the church at last, I'll soon be walking down the aisle
And as daddy reaches for my arm he offers me a gentle smile...
"You'll always be my little girl, and he's a lucky man"
There's a certain sadness in his eyes but I understand.
Then I see you waiting for me there and the distance seems so far
It seems to take forever to get to where you are
I've waited my whole life for you, this moment..don't you see
That I want more to be only yours than I ever wanted to be free
Then the priest begins to speak and as I say those vows to you,
A tear trails slowly down my cheek at the love I see in your eyes, so true.
I never will forget this day and the blissful night that we'll share after
Now we'll continue on through life, this beginning a new chapter.

Thank you
Got it off the net on one of my many search's so I can't claim credit for it lol

My partner and I met through our English Studies degree so as an engagement present one of our friends got us a double frame with a picture of us on the top and Shakespeares Sonnet 116 underneath:

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

I thought it was incredibly thoughtful of her! Possibly a bit long for your purpose though? xxx