Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder

The best day of his life was a breathtaking site,
As he held his daughter's hand in his own,
They walked in a straight line engulfed with
The music of the moment.
The time old song.
On top of the freshly dropped petals.
Everyone was speechless by the daughter's
Pristine beauty as she dressed in silky white.




Ideally, few words are exchanged in this
Moment. All senses taking in as much as possible.

But the entire walk the daughter whispered
Delicately into her father's ear.
A smile erupted on his lips and a single tear
Fell down his cheeks.
In front of them, the alter. Full of blush stargazers
And, roses the color of love.
The daughter couldn't leave her father's side, nor
Her lips from his ear.
The church watched her, and him, as she spoke
Every word, no one else could hear as each moment,
Dragged  on  seemingly  endless.

With one last sentence, the daughter kissed her father's
Cheek. With a look that could be understood for utter
Bliss, he passed his daughter off to her betrothed.
He heard the words of thanks and took his seat
In the continuous crowd behind the lovers.
The father's smile wouldn't leave his face,
He gazed down at the hand that held his
Daughter's moments before.

Wanting to know what took such precedence
Over such a powerful moment,
A man tapped the father on the shoulder asking what
was whispered in his ear upon their descend
As the father turned around his tears fell
From empty eyes, "She painted the beautiful
Picture with heavenly words, so I could see
Every ounce of the vision she saw in front of her."
And with the blank look he looked
back at his hand awaiting every newly fallen picture.