Soft scents of,
And Lily.
Fill the inside when the doors open,
There she is walking out.
An angel dressed in all white,
Starting her walk across the threshold.
Her final steps of independence.
The tears of her family roll down their cheeks,
And drop below to the grass beneath their feet.
Causing it to grow a little bit longer in time to come.
An annual ceremony,
For those who wish to become one with another.
The rings a symbol of never-ending love,
Never-ending its loop
Always going around each time.
For years to come…

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