Nervous ticks, twitching hands
The thrill is unknown
Fabric slides across your body
Making your heart stutter
Final touches are made
Pins are adjusted, skirts rustled
Flowers scent the air
Weaving in and out of the scene
A lone figure, waiting, shadowed
In the wings, seconds pass as hours
White dress, glowing heart, fluttering mind
Her journey is about to begin
The breath stops, she steps out
In the distance, love stares
Heart stopping, hands shaking
The white figure of love
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