The Bride

She stands before the looking glass her wedding day is here at last a face of porcelain - milky white a gown of ivory - satin light stephanotis grace her hair never such a lady fair fragrant lilies of early May will be the blooms in her bouquet in one more hour she'll say her vow before the altar she will bow she'll turn and smile to the man she weds and everyone will bow their heads down the aisle as man and wife out in the world to start their life