The Choosing Of The Bride - Poem by Melvina Germain
Candelabras hang from an elegant ceiling.
Satin and Taffeta folds line cold walls
giving them warmth and splendor.
Silk table cloths trimmed in fine lace
grace oak table tops, while the
brilliance of silverware and crystal glasses
glitter through the sunlight in bright rays
of Kaleidoscopic color.
Elegant white candles delilver a most
beautiful aromatic scent softly
permeating the air, an aroma pleasing to all.
Large fresh bouquets of roses, lilies and
Freshia, surrounded by stephanotis and
babies breath adorn each table. An
Amazing array of beauty displayed for all
eyes to behold.
All the beauty held within these walls will
captivate a very elite crowd. Tonight in
celebration of “The Choosing Of The Bride”.
Many Princesses shall grace the floors of
Taudruham Castle awaiting the decision of
Prince Bounaire. Yes tonight a night not
to be forgotten, for the handsome Prince
chooses his bride.
To be continued…………….
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