the bride

THE BRIDE


The church bells ring and the birds fly fast. She looks around the empty street...silence.. It made her tummy coil. Her butterflies banging around in her stomach. What was she doing here? What was she thinking?
The orchestra begin their song. It's time. She pushes her fears away and plants a smile on her pink lips, takes a deep breath, then steps inside, beginning her walk  down the aisle. Her butterflies fly away one by one as she looks up at the man waiting for her at the front. And her smile turns real, as her large mossy green yes meet the man's deep, loving brown one's. She looks back to the floor, taking each step slowly and carefully, to match the tune being played.
Her white dress flows behind her and her beautiful, dark hair delicately curled to perfection. She passes under a ray of sunlight making her golden skin glow. And as all people watch, they sigh at the beauty passing besides them. Both mothers eyes fill with tears of joy, their husbands hand gently placed on their shoulders. Anyone could easily have mistaken this beauty for a goddess, but right now, she was simply known as....the bride.