The Gift
She was wrapped in fine linen of silk and satin as she strode down the isle like a gift to me and God. I cherish that sight forever and feel a lump in my throat as she approaches. My fingers tingled when she touched me and I saw a tiny tear in her eye. I didn�t remove it nor did she. It was a treasure. The words were spoken as our hands clenched tighter almost crushing. That kiss at the end I�ll always remember above all the other kisses I have received from her or anyone in my life. The look on her face was stunning to behold. That smile lit up the whole room alone.
The drive home was the longest in my life. Almost as long as the one going there which I thought in my mind was taking forever. I would have been on the steps waiting for the church to open its doors had I been foolish. That pain of waiting would have been eternal searching the landscape for her arrival. Not wanting to wrinkle a single thread I pause still wanting to carry my love inside. But alas my heart took over and I swept her away. The threads could wrinkle in time with us growing old together.
The door tho not silent closed behind us as I unwrapped my precious gift and we posed together under a halo of love and the sound of beating hearts.
The Masked Writer
� 2004 T Lovett to Dani |