Sweet bride
Swan gliding on the alter of life
Whispers 'I do'.

In the wings rustles a peaceful dove
White smoke blows out the candles

Is God watching us?
Bonding into a braid
Swinging to and fro
Waltzing together
Elegant so elegant
Your hands touch and sense something
Waiting to be forever bound

One more time a dance
Then swept up in those strong tickly arms
Lying on the crisp white
Smiling at his smell
Falling into the well of dreams

Love speaks
in the early dawn light
Connected at last
at last.......