Perfection Poem by trinity mathieson

On a snowy white day in the middle of winter, I see a tall white figure. her slim for wrapped up by a white gown that flows behind her with every step. AS I stare at her with a wide smile on my lips I stop to think about who this person is. I wince my eye trying my hardest to make out the perfect form aproching me but to no avail I can not tell who it is. as I time grows on I feel as though every step she takes towards me I fall more in love with her than I already am although I do not know who it is I am in love with. As she grows closer to me though I can start to slowly make out what she looks like. as she stops next to me I am surly able to make out what she looks like, her cherry red lips in the figure of a smile, he crystal blue eyes looking back into mine as I turn to face her. Her blonde hair tied up into a bun with a dimond tiara and vail over her head. her fair skin as pure as the snow that fall apon us. As I look down I notice something funny I am in a tuxedo and it apears to be my wedding day. I smile as finally we both are able to become a family together forever as our time comes we both gladly say 'I Do'