Magic

White Lilies and Roses imbue the air 

with a magic smell of freedom

while the cello and violins play the song of love and joy.

Guests hold their hands with sparkling wet eyes 

feeling a slight pressure on their chest

touched by a moment where time stands still 

and things are just good 

and good they will be.

This enchanting night enlightened by white candles 

and surrounded by little white flowers 

being caressed by the fresh summer breeze 

waiting for the bride to come and shine brighter than the light.

The officiators speaking words of love and respect with a firm voice 

reminding us all of things that really matter.

And love matters 

and family 

and faith

and hope spreads among us like a million butterflies

and then I see it: the train of her wedding dress

and people stand up and the magic begins.

Like from another world

she steps down the aisle

smiling the purest smile of all

sparkling like a diamond

looking at her  beloved man.

This magic bride walks

as if there were clouds underneath her

as if she were in heaven

and God were right there

touching her face

and wishing her the best

because she deserves it.

White Lilies and Roses imbue the air 

with a magic smell of freedom

while the cello and violins play the song of love and joy

and my tears sparkle in the candle light

and things are just good 

and good they will be.