Our wedding day was lyrical, and I hope this serves to illustrate that in some small way...
Procession
Love walks like a snowfall
Landing lightly upon my tongue
A shiver of delight
A breath held too long
I am in my best suit
A cardboard cutout handsome groom
My laughter is all nerves
The ceiling too low in the room
A fairytale damsel in vintage white
Descends the stairs with her bouquet
I can hear her heartbeat
The perfect rhythm for a perfect day
Tears take turns falling
Punctuating poetry and promises
Vows and wisdom
Paint the air with their agelessness
I am married here
I glide lightly and my soul can only dance
Like lightness on a new quest
Into the origins of romance
12.22.09
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