The day felt warm,
The skies were bright,
The air filled with peace,
As if the world rehearsed,
To honour your sunniest day.
Donning a pristine white gown,
Sublime, shining heels,
A lovely pearl necklace,
Your cute oyster bracelet,
And that glimmering smile,
Radiating love and joy,
You shone like a graceful dove
Proudly styling her feathers.
I sat quietly in the shade,
Waiting below an old olive tree,
Eyeing the church, mindlessly,
Lulled by the chirps
Of the little olive enjoyers.
Suddenly,
The temple resonated,
Its bells spilling over,
Scaring the pretty perched doves,
As I watched them take flight,
Storming the sky, flying away,
Carrying my heart.
Now lighter, I stood up,
Took a deep breath,
And headed to the festive mass.
Family and friends gathered
Dancing, cheering all around you.
I slowly made my way forward,
Through the dense crowd, until
My eyes locked with your dreaming gaze.
I congratulated you in a light hug,
Wished love, happiness upon you,
And could not resist asking:
How does it feel for Mariposita?
To which your sweet lips whispered,
That peaceful melody,
"Folkloric"
With a heart beaming warmth.
I grinned back at you,
Swam in those precious ojitos,
One last time,
And crawled back
To darker skies,
As love echoed
From afar.