Too perfect to be true.
The church decorated
All in white,
The satin fringes
Of her gown,
Gleaming,
Glistening,
In the indoor lights.
Outside,
Mother nature's raging,
Her rain and lightning
Almost sounding out
The words of the preacher.
But it doesn't matter.
We know those words
We've heard so often
In every romantic story.
Not missing a beat,
We say our lines
And kiss for the first time
United.
The ballroom tests
My careful planning.
A skylight showing
The torrential sky.
But,
Just as planned,
The first song plays.
Lyrics fill the room
About the light of day
Gracing her lovely figure
Once again.
...And the sky follows its command.
The sun shines on her
Like a halo of divinty
I always knew she held within.
I could never,
In my wildest dreams,
Hope so much
For a day so perfect.
And suitably so, because it never will.
Jun 28, 2010
Jun 28, 2010 at 9:26 PM UTC
Too perfect to be true.
The church decorated
All in white,
The satin fringes
Of her gown,
Gleaming,
Glistening,
In the indoor lights.
Outside,
Mother nature's raging,
Her rain and lightning
Almost sounding out
The words of the preacher.
But it doesn't matter.
We know those words
We've heard so often
In every romantic story.
Not missing a beat,
We say our lines
And kiss for the first time
United.
The ballroom tests
My careful planning.
A skylight showing
The torrential sky.
But,
Just as planned,
The first song plays.
Lyrics fill the room
About the light of day
Gracing her lovely figure
Once again.
...And the sky follows its command.
The sun shines on her
Like a halo of divinty
I always knew she held within.
I could never,
In my wildest dreams,
Hope so much
For a day so perfect.
And suitably so, because it never will.