There she was, at the entry with her bridesmaids,
She was dressed up to the nines.
Little stones on her, sparkled her glory and lit the room,
Everything seemed flawless and perfect.
The crowd looked perpetual and wondered if it was a doll.
As her lashes waved, dazzling eyes moved,
A sight to behold for the gathering,
Failing to think of other phrases, idioms, or expressions
That would define her precisely,
Stood speechless and had his head in the clouds,
Oblivious to her own majesty,
She walked down the aisle with grace and elegance.
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