At Last

by Alyse Neibaur
November 22, 2005

♥♥♥♥

So lovely
She stands all covered in white
So nervous
Her hands shaking in fright
Yet as calm as a petal
As if her own rose
She knows this is right
As her happiness grows
She peers at the stones
So beautifully placed
Upon the small pillow
So gracefully laced
Breathing in deeply
Stepping forward with pride
The miracle she longed for
Awaiting her stride
The moment at last
Their hearts skip a beat
Joining their hands
As their eyes warmly meet
A tear slowly drifts
From each single eye
Joining as one
Contently they sigh