His Country Bride
Blossoms of many colors are sweetly gathered|
Around her lovely neck,
While little sprigs of baby’s breath are positioned just so
To keep them all in check.
A vision of her elegance and beauty
Does greet our hungry eyes,
Caressing them softly with the gentleness and splendor
Of a thousand butterflies.
She is breathtakingly beautiful
In every single way,
No brooding eyes are welcome here
On this, her wedding day.
Her endearing smile is imprinted on every photograph
As well as her walk down this memorable aisle,
That leads her to the one and only man she loves
Her prince, who knows exactly how to make her smile.
He stands there smiling by the alter now as if in a dream
Waiting for her, his beacon of love and light,
Trusting that she will always love him
Far beyond their wedding night.
He first met his bride-to-be
While traveling some country roads one day,
She was singing in the rain as she walked along
The very same song that his mum, the Queen
Would sing with him when it was finally time to play.
He had his driver stop while he offered her a ride
And, of course, she told him, “No thank you, sir.”
But in his heart he knew she was the one, his April love,
Whose charming smile and beauty made his heart strings
Flutter like the wings of a turtle dove.
He pressed on…
And she finally agrees to meet him at a coffee shop,
Where he sat praying to god she’d come to meet him
And that his attempts to befriend her would not flop.
Now, each, breath, each sigh, each lovely kiss
Renews their commitment to the dance,
Of a love so full of chemistry
That they didn’t even have a chance.
The Prince he loves his lady
On this, their wedding day,
As he places the ring upon her delicate finger
And vows to love her in every way.
He vows, “You are my love, my life, my everything
I am your guardian angel as of today.”
And through her tears of happiness,
She speaks of her great love for his kind and loving nature
And how he makes her laugh to chase her blues away.
He adorns her gold and glorious tresses
As he places the crown he had fashioned for her on her head,
“You will always be my Princess, my love, my wife.”
He pulls her slight frame to him and kisses her slowly
As he looks forward to being with her in their marriage bed.
From man and wife to Prince and Princess
To being parents of the same,
It has been twenty-five years and counting
Since that lucky day in the rain
When the Prince first happened upon his Princess
And into that coffee shop she came.
For the Potpourri of Poetry Challenge with Debera
I used the following words: dream, frame, great
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