The Marriage One Spring
Carriage was white and horses dapple-gray.
Dreamy, like a fairytale, true love that day.
Sparkling eyes lit up the dressing room
Hidden away from the guests and bridegroom.
Time had arrived; music began to play.
The Wedding March.” rang on that special day,
Strikingly posh was the most gorgeous gown.
Gleaming with love the bride slowly walked down.
The bridegroom, smiling, would make vows for life
There at the church, the bride became his wife.
Lovers together kissed wearing their rings.
Then, rode to forever, love, one warm spring.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 27, 2010