Sikandar

She's walking down the aisle.

With a smile as pure as honey.
A gust of wind as smooth as silk.
A glimmer of hope.

A ray of light.

She's walking down the aisle.

With lovely clothes of crimson red.

A look of a saintly figure.
A voice of an angel.
A silent whisper.

She's walking down the aisle.

With eyes as deep as the sea.
A song of the morning bird.
A divine vision.
A picture of paradise.

She's walking down the aisle.
Like clouds floating in the sky.
Like an angel descending from heaven.

Like a drop of rain in the desert.

Like a promise never broken.

She walks down the aisle.
She asks me a question.
I have no words to answer.
And time stands still...