The bride began her long walk down the aisle

Head bent low and her lips trembling

In exquisite pain;

Tottering a little, gasping for breath

She steadied hereself

And with a slow tremble

Continued down her chosen path;

Even as the audience watched her

And marvelled at the red colour 

Blossoming on her cheeks

Adding to her beauty further;

She kept looking down

As she walked


To her destiny;

How could she look up

When her shoes were so beautiful

Her tender feet encased

In shoes that were perhaps one size small

But were the most perfect creation.


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