Feverish

Submitted by Elaine on Fri, 03/19/2010 - 04:42

 I woke before dawn, 

The cool, crisp morning breeze,

Did not help calm my frantic nerves,

Nor did looking out to the vast open sea.

 

How could I be composed, I thought,

As I flung myself back onto my bed.

My cold hand felt my feverish forehead,

Smiling as the sun started to rise.

Today, I was to be wed.

 

On tiptoes, I hurried,

Over to the large oak closet

Threw the heavy doors wide open.

There it was, the lacy white dress,

I have always wanted. 

 

The sunlight caressed the soft fabric.

My smile grew wider as I fingered the dress,

Knowing that in it I'll be blessed,

With the unyielding love that he would swear.

 

Everyone seemed to know how happy I was,

The trees danced, the birds sang,

The flowers bloomed, 

The grass, with the morning dew gloss.

 

My heart soared, my eyes glittered,

Yes, I thought,

Today, I will be married.

 

 

 

Author's age when written
14
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