Dedicated to muffin_fun
She were a child not so long ago,
Her hair in pigtails and cheeks rosey,
From the playful game of chase,
Her thoughts a playground for magic and love,
Her heart linked with him, and her soul,
Now I see her, the beautiful bride,
At my side as we glide down the aisle,
The veil guarding her face,
As she listens to the bells,
Her eyes set on the man at the end of the aisle,
He saw her through thick, through thin,
Dried her tears and held her softly,
Their love so pure, so perfect,
Even I saw it back then,
I knew I would walk her down the aisle,
He strumped his guitar, sung a song,
He took her to hillsides with a fire,
Told her she was beautiful, oh so beautiful,
Like looking into a mirror, myself and her mother,
But I'm the one walking down with the bride,
Signed with a kiss, a caress of the mouth,
The ceremony is over, as beautiful as her,
As she walks from me, I smell her perfume,
The fragrance of my bride, her mother's perfume,
I see them both, my bride and his,
She was my young woman, my daughter,
But now she is his, his young bride.
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The Song of the Sun and the Moon
PoetryThe passion of the burning sun and the cool caress of the silver moon. Credit of graphics to ArtfulPoet- thank you so much for designing an amazing cover for my book! Credit of image to Dorina Costras
