White dress, stunning view.
Cream colored, veil slick like butter.
Hazel eyes, smile like snow: no disguise.
Waist held in like the corsage before it crested upon your pale wrists. Eyes studded behind a sent less veil.
Glances shroud my fathers grasp.
Studied by the other people in the room. I smiled beneath my white mask.
My everlasting beauty sheathed in a suit caressed with shadows.
Lips sharpened, souls colliding as one.
Arms around your waist, dancing to the beat.
Of this serenity of blues, after party.
