The aisle never seemed so long as when I watched her walking toward me.
Her smile never seemed so bright as when her eyes were raining tears of joy.
And as she floated forward as though she were on a cloud,
My own mind could not fathom whether she were an angel or a snowflake.
A pixie or a swan.
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC
The aisle never seemed so long as when I watched her walking toward me.
Her smile never seemed so bright as when her eyes were raining tears of joy.
And as she floated forward as though she were on a cloud,
My own mind could not fathom whether she were an angel or a snowflake.
A pixie or a swan.
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