Standing clothed in the ensemble of a dove,
Glimpsing ahead as the crow flies to the fore,
Nervousness of the unknown satisfying every pore,
Gliding downward towards the altar of purity,
Veiled beneath white sheer and ribbon,
Emotionless in quintessence to those surrounding,
Coming to a standstill,
Covering removed exposing that, which was hidden beneath,
Strong hands embrace tender,
Eyes of submission looking at her Master,
To whom is this man that has captivated ones heart?
Unreserved adoration and refuge,
Sheltered for eternity, vows reiterating in ones mind,
As the rain falls so does the tears from ones eyes,
Captivated in the moment.
A kiss of fervor, an affectionate embrace,
Turning around ceaselessly altered by the moment,
On foot into the providence placed out ahead of them.
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