Wed Day
My First attempt at a footle (more to tell a story rather than following the rhyming aspects of true footles).
White lace
Veiled face
Gliding
Down aisle
Await
Altar
Giddy
Cloud nine
She halts
Beside
Her veil
I lift
Eyes gaze
Joy haze
She smiles
Heart skips
I smile
In style
Her hands
Shaking
Holding
In mine
Silent
Whisper
In you
My soul
Entwine
Cloud nine
Married
Life's new
Copyright © Richard Martins | Year Posted 2016
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