At the front of the church stood the coolest guy in town.
Awaiting by the altar for the day to match his wildest dreams.
He stood.
He shook.
You could almost hear the rings jangling.
Silently waiting.
Anxiety sensed.
Adrenaline high.
Friends and family clamoured eagerly.
Waiting to see the beautiful lady.
That he was taking for his bride.
The local ladies loved him.
The local gents were jealous.
The door at the end of the aisle swung open.
Beauty personified?
The congregation were astonished.
As the groom and groom were gay.
No-one knew except the vicar, the best man and the two of them.
(C) Livvi
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC
At the front of the church stood the coolest guy in town.
Awaiting by the altar for the day to match his wildest dreams.
He stood.
He shook.
You could almost hear the rings jangling.
Silently waiting.
Anxiety sensed.
Adrenaline high.
Friends and family clamoured eagerly.
Waiting to see the beautiful lady.
That he was taking for his bride.
The local ladies loved him.
The local gents were jealous.
The door at the end of the aisle swung open.
Beauty personified?
The congregation were astonished.
As the groom and groom were gay.
No-one knew except the vicar, the best man and the two of them.
(C) Livvi
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