A dream turning real.

On special request by Izza from the ‘A touch of my saint’, the previous post has been now re-written with a completely different end.

 

Glistening smile in her eyes,

She felt her beau cupping her face,

Caressing her hair and her cheek,

His finger lingering at her lips.

With the soft touch of his lips on hers,

Cheers erupted and flowers fell upon them,

The bride was kissed,

Before the priest could even say so.

Graciously Yours!

P.S. Like that, Izza? 😉

Picture credits : Pinterest.