In a far away dream, she bid for his true love. She had her love kept throughout her life until now. Whatever happens she would get what she dearly waited.
Her heart swept her to a small church. It was ger dream to be married on a small church. As she entered, the bell tolled of joyful harmony. Doves were flying. Petals of her favorite flower scattered on the carpeted floor. Yes, everything would be perfect.
In front of the altar, her true love stood. As her eyes met his, she melted like how a candle melts. It was unendng fantasy. She was never afraid of their future. She imagined their kids and the painful ecstacy of their labor. She imagined the love. She imagined the passion and pleasure of his touch. The enchanting spells of their arguements would be followed by melodious reconciliation. Assuring whispers of sweet nothing would echo throughout their shared bed. Yes, everything would be perfect.
Her true love saw her. She smiled and glanced behind her. There stood the bride. A beautiful lady she was; her skin white as the evening haze of the moon; her eyes smile everytime she steps forward; her silky dress curved with her pregnant tummy. Her true love smiled at the sight of his bride.
Yes, everything would be perfect.
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