When she rounded the corner, never before had I observed anything so beautiful.
Her hair cascaded down past her shoulders like a chocolate waterfall.
Her eyes; a deep sea of brown looked into my soul with the glee of a child.
Her lips uncovered the smile that laid across her face.
Her dress flowed down her body like hot wax flowing down a white candle.
Each step was faster than rehearsed, she was anxious, anxious for us to be joined.
She reached for me. Her hand so tender. Her touch gave the warmth of a cozy quilt.
We both listened as the Preacher said his lines but neither of us heard.
Then after an eternity, “I do.” And again “I do.”
She held the kiss longer than I expected; a love letter for only me to know.
She walked down the aisle as a Miss. We walked up the aisle together Mr. And Mrs.
She was, and is, and always will be my bride.
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