Swirling, twirling in a silken cloud,
Puffs of tulle cascading down her nape,
Pearl glowing at her ears, and downy folds of fabric flowing to the floor.
The tinge of joyful expectation on her perfect face.
She turns,
And looking in the glass reflected there, sees not hers,
But his.
His eyes, his shining eyes. He sees her coming up the aisle,
Coming to forever.