She sifts through clothes and tosses them aside

This dress- too short; that gown- too overdone

Not one seems fitting for this nervous bride

So anxiously she starts her shopping run

The quest, to find the perfect frock to wear

The mantle of momentous day of light

And then the style to fix her locks of hair

To capture His sweet breath at her first sight

All eyes will be upon the radiant King

For none so regal, or impressive live

But she abandons self of everything

Her life a meager offering to give

She bathes, perfumes, her nails are painted white

The King, the Lord becomes her whole delight

1/2/12 Laurie Stasi


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