My mind wonders like a lost puppy
My heart beats like a steady drum
My breath is cool as a winter wind
My body is covered in a white lace dress
As I look into the mirror one more time
I grab my left hand, look at my bare ring finger
that wont be naked much longer.
I look at my perfectly makeup-ed face then
walk out the door. I go slowly outside
into the fresh spring air.
The scent of the flowers fill my nose.
I take my first step out onto the isle
my train follows my track.
Everyone looks at me, tears fill some eyes
I look up from the ground and see my
future life go by. I see him standing there
with a finger that soon wont be bare.
As I approach him, he takes my hands
while we say a final prayer before our
ring fingers soon become unbare
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nicely written poem of a future wedding day. Nice idea!