'The Bride' Poem by Linda Winchell

She enters in… dressed all in white
Porcelain skinned…with the largest of, “Mona Lisa” eyes.
Ruby lips…hair done up in Victorian of curls
Her father’s face… holding his look of loves adoring surprise.

The day had come…they’d all been waiting for
She was about to become a wife.
Giving her heart… now …forever more
To the man… she has lovingly taken for life.

The Pastor repeats…those much known words
“Do you take this woman to be your wife? ”
“And do you take this man my dearest one?
To love and cherish…till the end of life? ”

Rings now exchanged…place on left fingers hand
Then…gently sealed … with a kiss.
As she and her betrothed floated on down the aisle
In such perfect… now marital bliss.

By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
**Dedicated to My Niece and her husband