Literature
Two Brides in Flowing Gowns
Will I ever wear a white wedding dress,
And live like a princess, if just for mere hours?
I gaze in the window display,
Seeing my face on the manikin,
And imagine—dancing with my beloved.
A soft hand slips into mine, urging me on.
"Let's go—it's getting cold."
We ignore the stares given by passerbyers
Wondering if we are who they think we are.
"Darling, don't worry," a voice whispers in my ear,
Between this sudden rain, I can barely hear—
But the warmth of our bodies protects me.
Another stare throws me off,
"It's about love," they say. "Commitment. Loyalty."
Though are they the ones out here?
Gazing at their reflection in a br