A dream of the enchanted sort,
Now a repetitive reminiscence.
A princess in her white gown,
Floating, towards perpetual bliss.
An angelic silhouette waiting for her,
Amid a radiant saintly white light.
Her lengthily blonde hair,
Beauty radiating her sophistication.
Not lingering for the gent he is,
But rather the woman he makes her.
The greatest part of their connection,
Is falling in love unswervingly with him.
Every diurnal now an unwritten tale of love,
A benediction conducted from above.
This post was submitted by Victoria Blaker.