She sits in silence
Head bowed, as is the custom
She looks at her hands and feet
Adorned with henna red and vibrant

She is

Soulmates

In a church in color and white
She steps surely up the aisle
He stands in front, grin askew with tux.
Neither is

Angelic are the soft steps she takes,
while she walks closer to her future.
Gasping breaths the onlookers take,
soon she's

He paces the long hall,

Leans against the wall,

Knocks softly on the door,

Resumes pacing the floor,

She flits around,

She is lovely dressed so fine this is the day
that she is a bride,a summer breeze gently sprays
the rays of her dreams,hopes,fears