She steps into the ballroom,
With her white dress carefully dragging behind her,
Her curls bouncing up and down.
You can hear her steps,
for everyone is quiet.
The light is soon upon her.
While she can’t help but smile,
A tear forms in her eye.
Taken by the hand,
She is led to the center of the room.
She listens to the words,
But can’t help but daydream about the future.
Finally, when it’s her turn to speak,
She mutters an “I do,”
And shortly after,
Gently kisses the one holding her hand.
Everyone claps,
and her teardrop falls to the white tile.
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