by WriterSpeaksPoetry
She glows
Glad to have found love
She sings
Grateful for this love
My bride in waiting reminds me of a butterfly
Out of love came this beauty
The day she was born, I saw her
That picture was incomplete
Because as hours become days, days become weeks
And as the rose blossoms
She worked
Learning her groom’s preferences
Becoming HIS bride, custom-made just for him, suitable for him…
Now I have the time to prepare 4 my groom
If I ask, he’ll tell me his preferences
He loved me first…
Does my life show I am a bride in waiting???
As the larvae becomes the pupae & then the butterfly
Am I changing?
Am I a bride in waiting?
My king is coming…
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