Her Forest WeddingA Poem by DanaRegenAn epithalamium
Her Forest Wedding
By Dana S.
(epithalamium)
There she was
Her sleek black hair
Gliding behind her slim figure,
Her deep blue eyes
Searching for her groom,
Her lushes red lips
In the form of a smile,
As she glided down the white aisle
Humor she carried
Though it was her time to marry,
The natural setting
Was the best view for getting
A picture of the wedding,
A stream ran behind the last row of seats
Trees stood where the people would eat
The scene couldn’t be beat
For she had seen it
In a forest
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