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Friends and family
Witnesses to
An intimate verse
Which join two souls
Strong chords
Piped through an organ
“Bum bum ba bum”
Martini cheeks
Shaken hands
Stirred minds
All I see is white
Her surrendering sign
The Purity Canvas
Rippled about her curves
That only I submit beneath
Blood red curls
Draped from her sky
Clouds of blue
Sparkle above smiles of I
Her rock leads the way
Always in sync sweeping steps
Across fallen petals
Simple past of her youth
I take his dove
Into my arm
I notice the sadness in his eye
The happiness in his smile
It is me
Truly me
Who upon sacred ground
Take his daughter
My lover,
My friend,
My mate.
On this day
His bow tie is left crooked
And tears escape from his eyes.
~ADayDreamWriter
He felt awkward in his bow tie – no one dresses like this anymore, he thought. Yet, he also knew she was going to be proud of being seen on his arm. A dashing young man, handsome, youthful; she, a debutante about to be introduced to the societal milieu her parents frequented. What a crock, he thought. How contrived. And yet …
Awe a very touching piece of a man letting his little girl go into someone else’s (lucky/earned) hold. Lovely.
Thank you