Beautiful, white, satin and lace,
A delicate veil graces her face.
The train glides downs the long church aisle,
It’s very elegant, the latest style.
Tiny buttons run down the back,
White silk shoes, all is intact.
Something borrowed, something blue,
Brings good luck to all that’s new.
Her heart spills over with emotion,
He’s captured by her graceful motion.
Her heart beats gladly as it skips,
He lifts her veil to kiss warm lips.
She’s enchanted, he’s entranced,
Her dream’s achieved, his love’s enhanced.
They’ll recall this moment sublime –
a moment that won’t be altered by time.
Copyright © 2011 Norma Martiri