December 29, 2008
By Abby Rutledge, Glasgow, KY

The crowd rises as he turns to face them,
She glides around the corner,
Her father is in tact,
With each step he can't help but think of her,
On the last night of camp he waits up,
She akwardly drops her head towards his,
Their lips meet,
But for only a second,
She escapes like Cinderella,
For she fears she has ruined the "Perfect Moment",
She is closer to the alter now,
He steps out of the passenger seat,
Their hearts begin to race,
She is eagerly awaitng the evening,
The tickets are paid for and the seats chosen,
With the movie nearly over
He begins to build his courage,
He slowly wraps his arms around her,
She knows it is meant to be,
Her dress is a magnificant accent to her delicate face,
Another step,
He edges his hand towards hers,
She is shaking, but wants to grab on and never let go,
He carefully laces his ever maturing hands with hers,
A perfect fit,
Her father is almost in reach as he wipes a falling tear,
She has just thrown her cap,
A sign of moving into the big world,
His world,
She wants forever with him,
There is but time for one last thought,
An anniversary of five years,
He kneels and she knows it's time,
She is now standing before him at the alter,
Time to make a new memory

The author's comments:
This is the story of my past, present, and hopefully future life. I believe love is powerful and will never stop growing.

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AbbyLauren said...
on Jan. 10 2009 at 3:55 am
this is my first decent amatuer piece...let me know what you think.


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