The Perfect Day
She held the key,
The old rusted door feets away.
Mouldy grass stained with dirt,
A cold day stood still,
Waiting for the perfect beat.
Her gown wiped away coloured dew,
Staining the pure white.
She was beautiful.
Despite the way she looked,
Her smell, he loved.
Everything about her he loved,
She was his morning
And he was hers
The priest joined them together
An eternity band was exchanged
With the I do.
The slight drizzle then followed
To hum the song of a perfect day.
Copyright © Anagha Padmanabhan | Year Posted 2017
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