My hands brush the wall, As I walk down the hall.
My bare feet shuffle along the smooth floor, Until I reach the door.
My long silk dress flows peacefully behind me, As I take out my key.
I don’t bother to knock, Hearing the click of the lock.
I step into the room, To greet my groom
Taking my soft hand in his own, He kisses my cheekbone.
I sit down in my chair, And into his eyes I stare.
A beautiful brown. I don’t look down
I stare eagerly, And he leans in to kiss me