A Garden I Walked To Wake

Upon the white threshold, I paused. With trembling hands I opened the door with a wide smile, wearing the dawn—pale blooms tangled in my strands. holding whispers of purity tied with a ribbon. As I walked down the aisle, my footsteps echoed with the hush of joyful tears. I saw a man in a black tuxedo. In the depths of his gaze, I read verses only love could write. When I reached him, the altar waited— solemn, glowing with grace. And with his soft kiss, I left behind a dream I had wished was real.