Handel plays softly in the distance
as a Bride to be adds a few
finishing touches, doing double-take
glances at the mirror, making sure
she's still there
A last touch of powder here and there,
sealing in more than just the fate ahead
on this day of days, her day,
all eyes focusing on her porcelain
perfection, if only so temporary
Doors swing wide, her gait tempered
as not to rush her moments down the aisle,
in no way giving away the fireworks exploding
in her heart - but the ruse of rouge does
poorly to hide her blushing joy towards, I do...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment