Before the Party
Her mind is like an upbeat child who sees delicious cakes;
Her mind is like a lukewarm breeze that passes with no breaks
Her mind is like a whoosh of chaos rising from the sea;
Her mind is shouting over everything, because she’s a bride to be.
Bring her a bowl of cream with fruit piled on the side;
Make her laugh and let her ponder the thought of who’s waiting inside;
Then oh so swiftly tuck her slim frame into the cloth that you weaved;
Because she’s about to enter the party, where she's a bride to be.
Copyright © Angel C | Year Posted 2013
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