White

Pure grace surrounds the soul

The dove’s fluttering wings

Softly sings the sweet tune

Whispering in the wind

Its’ notes of yesteryear

Gaze at the glory

Of young, innocent love

Cherish, caress the caring emotion

That shows itself at once

A lifetime in the beautiful wedding veil

Clouds billow in the breeze

Lazily watching the world

As the young grows old

And become the purest of pure

In the bliss of white haven

-Kel Dayheart