Queen Annes Lace

A seamstress’s aching hands were throbbing, As the last pearl was sewn into the wear, The dress was elegant and eye stopping, A matching veil laid upon her soft hair. Blue eyes lock on her own emerald greens... Her walk towards him glowed with soft floating grace, Their promises sealed and locked their lips, Later their night alone goes Queen Anne’s lace, And into passion the newly wed slips- Then arrives their future in hopeful dreams. —————————————— Date: April 21, 2019 Challenge: April 2019- It’s All About 10 Sponsor: Dear Heart