time and again,
her steps
are sprinkled
with rose petals,
well-wishes,
and kisses.
her dress
is elegant
and fair,
yet understated,
so as not
to outdo
the woman of the day.
"affect not
little shifts
and subterfuges
to avoid
the force
of an argument,"
she patiently
holds her breath
for everyone
except herself.
she may
hold the line
with her
precarious walk,
and yet,
"there is always
a prepared place
for a prepared
person."
her very next step
belongs to
no one else,
sprinkled
with song
overflowing
unto her,
as the dawn
breaks within
the fenced walls
of her own heart.
--this is her day.
--this is her time to love.
For fellow HP writer Joey.
This poem contains quotes from Isaac Watts and Jack Hyles.
