The chandelier was newly lit,
Awestruck were the eyes of every bit
The fountains, shimmering with pride,
Narrating
the happiness of bride
Seeing, the scenario, like hers, but
extravagant
Through those realms and passing
shots,
All endeavored, then walking floats
Of all the nights and each passing
day,
Embarked and shrieking 'they' lay
Moving, running and hiding,
In reality, in slumber, always
fighting
With her own thoughts,
And chasing each of them in lots
Here they lay broken, puzzled,
Burning, cringing in their own
battlefield
Quick glimpses, White and Red,
Reflecting even in those tears shed
The shower, The carpet, The welcome
Seemed buried up to fathoms
Up the hill, the secluded place,
Where except them, there would be no
life's trace
Cut off from
the world, their world
Cozily in a chamber, happily cuddled
High security just for a maiden,
Deep love and trust was that
foundation
The King sized bed and the cushion
lot,
And the way they would have fought
The personal time, the sacred night,
The place where they would have
bathed in twilight
Today, Again to those candle lit
beams,
She had much to convey
That her life would surely sail,
When slowly she came near the aisle
Trodding through that banister,
Peeping secretly towards the canister
Since it would tie them some day,
One day it would be her day
Then,
two of them would slowly elope,
For, the Solitaire(him) was her only
Hope!
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