I like the look of tulle hats and side aisles & the tassels completing the train,
or a girl's slender hair in ringlets, the dark Mediterranean eyes
not the least bit equaled by priests or whishing kneelers. A bride's own pearls
of a dove! I even felt a dance floor that swept sweetly under her
I don't believe in the adage so I leaped and looked, and even added to elegant arms
a star or two of my own or stately junipers that border Boboli gardens
not at all toppled by the wind. I liked the kingdom & palace in my head where bridal
beauty & truth (not at all marred by time!) along with prince who'll hardly
venture off the main path tell the completed story as I hoped they'd do just for me.
I was the newest & oldest of guests to greet them at the gates, and
with the weight of the day's brocade and a bride's trim walk on my soul (and some
bracing promises!), a cold starless night seemed even lovelier still.