The mood of love
Transforms
The morning.
Bursting
With excitement,
Like a butterfly
Flattering in tension.
Like the flowers waiting
With expectation.
The fragrance of jasmine,
Hints of the intention,
Expectations have been spent
By the bride’s mates,
And the flower girls.
Beauty is the bride.
Seeking perfection
For her groom,
For his belief in love,
As she is already in one
That is true.
Which has the seed
To grow into eternity.
Love is like a pearl
In a father’s hands,
To be given away
With the brogue of
Many splendid fragrances,
To the man that found her,
Sworn to treasure, protect and love her
For ever thereafter.
The true love in the wedding day,
Transcends life into eternity.
18th Dec 2009
Sydney