When the Bride is the Bride...

She is beautiful.
She waits for the groom with the scent of alabaster dripping from her hands.
She is not the Jezabel of power-trips, boycotts and political maneuvering.
Nay, she is too strong and indescribably elegant for such whorish ventures.
She rises and falls on the fortitude of her defence
Her love knows no ivory tower or fierce reclusive fortress.
She dwells in allpeopleville
She lives and breaths the air of today
But stands secure and gallant as she woos the Groom
singing with grace and passion.
She cannot be stopped. She is too beautiful, too strong, too inescapably alive.

Comments

[Risha]

Beautiful.

[matt tullos]

Thanks Risha!