A day before my wedding

As I lay there, a day before my wedding

Dressed in white, with little dips of Lydia’s mood

And lace stitched elbow gloves

Beneath a hat, with a velvet brim

I could sense him watching me…

 

A figure never poetised

Hiding beneath the vapours of moonlight

The attar of misted lilac, vaunting its lust

As the tickling of dewdrops, beneath the summer haze

Tingles his mere crux,

I can feel him, looking right at me

 

No, I’ve never seen him before

I can say, for I never felt this way before

As he leaps his stride towards me

The cadence of his steps,

Seeps beneath my feminine charisma

 

As I lay there, a day before my wedding

Buried beneath the hues of the finest millinery

Beside a lavender vase,

Adorned with a bouquet,

Of which the fragrance of lavender, escapes within!

 

As I read my chronicle, lying on my bed

He plucks a little flower off the vase

And places it, in my arm

And suddenly, there’s a chill

Rushing in my heart

 

He says, ‘I love you’

 

Yes, a day before my wedding

A man I never met before,

A man who wasn’t assigned to be my man

A man who wasn’t waiting for me, in the wedding church

A man who wasn’t supposed to be here at all

 

Is the man, I have now fallen in love with!!

 

A day before my wedding,

I whisper ‘I love you too’

To a man I never met before!

But somehow, I knew, this was true!

This... right here… right now… was my moment!

 

‘But I’m getting married tomorrow’

I said, with utter dilemma

 

As he bends down towards me, on the bed

And kisses me

Like this was meant to be

His lusty lips, sending chills to my backbone

He holds me tight

Pulls his lips away, and says

‘Yes you are, but to me’

 

I fell in love, a day before my wedding!