Today my wedding day with no father to give the bride away.
No cathedral or acres of flowers,
I've been that route before.
Just a simple ceremony before a minister in a rustic chapel
a few close friends present.

The weather uncommonly warm for the first winter day.
My dress the only vision of frost with its' sparkly lace.
Upon my head a frothy veil of soft snow.

You stand beside me like a sheltering tree.
Mistletoe pinned to your jacket like an amulet.
Love radiating from the very pores of your being.