Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Wreath of flowers on her flowing hair,

She blossoms and he was the reason.

Veil threaded on the ringlets strands,

She drops it down her beautiful face.

Secured for her groom, he chases her eyes.

Dreamily flaring white lacy dress,

Cradles her form, caressing floret petals

On the green grass scattered round.

Such perfect silhouette she's of a bride,

Such perfect morn this day's of their life.

Bouquet of roses in the hold of her hands—

Illustration of loyalty, purity and innocence.

Her arm entangles not the other,

An absence of father tugs at his heart.

Connecting the twinkling eyes, she smiles—

For he can see through her heart as she his.

Her heart carries the loved ones,

A loving smile, she's all he have.

He awaits and believes, still forevermore

A breath away she comes, drifting fear—

Before him, ever dreamed of, ever wished of.

Gripping breath, stunningly gorgeous,

Glow of the morn sun, paints her golden.

Feet bare, one step and more—

One with nature, closer to a divine bond.

Sun rays seeps through the floral arch,

Heaven illuminates the shower of blessings.

Splendour of the sky, whispers the pure bind.

Dances the winds of fairyland, weaving tales.

Secures souls, marriage of warmth in winter.

Promises of forever—pleasures of forest,

Beauty of wild meadows—showers of rain,

Thirst of parched deserts—abyss of ocean.

Though afraid, she unfurls her bud,

Keeping the heart, she lays over to him.

She realizes the eyes, friends with the soul,

Softens her own, she's the strongest.

Yet she never turns, fragile heart of his away.

In his hands for her, she rests her ever being.

Intertwined hands, intertwined souls,

She stands by him and shall saunter along.

Never alone, for you the mirror of one other,

Watery eyes, swallowing mouths, love you's.

Mellifious chirps echoes of the birds,

The summoned visitors were the angels.

Flute of the wood thrush and sways of trees,

Rhythm of their breathing, reflects tranquil—

Rhythm of the heart beating, blurs the earth

They shall not waver, for love shall conquer.

He loves her presence, the heart,

He loves her soul, the mind—

She knows as she does to him.

Senses gathers to a close, wouldn't wish

For anything else, then to be one with him.

He raises her veil, follows the quivering lips

She holds back a giggle, his eyes defines all.

She does squeezes the entangled hands,

Little assurances for him of she's forever his.

The priest starts with the divine vows as he promises.

"I, Rhett Lei take you Neva Evara Noe as my wife—"

"I, Neva Evara Noe take you Rhett Lei as my husband—"

The mystical words flies in the air....

'To have and to hold, from this day on forward, for better for worse, for richer,

for poorer, in sickness and in health,

to love and to cherish, till death do us part, on the authority of God's sacred right,

and this is my solemn vow. '

"I do." Eyes of his glistens with a reflection she never knew.

"I do." Such sweet words he never had envisioned to be this beautiful and saccharine. Sprinklings of flower petals.

Blessings from Heaven. Memories swirling in their minds, alike a living picture.

On the start of such autumn they came together.

Of the tranquiled little while they had,

Of the adventures they faced with courage.

Deep were their love, brittle was the world.

In silence they grow,

Sturdy against the cruel, softer for the souls.

Marriage, the sacred bond between two souls. Space shall be there in the togetherness. For it takes two to get married, but three to stay married.

The Lord has bestowed his favour, protection, love over the eternal souls in a mortal shell.

Death for a little while, shall part.

For as they descend up the heaven, they shall be in His presence with each one of their half, eternally blessed and blissful under His light.

Assert the world, the beauty of the marriage. The sacred promise of togetherness.

So shall they see how love was meant to mend the tattered spirits. And flourish the eternal soul with the living water.

Wedding bands on each of their hands,

Rhett slithers on her fair fourth finger,

A ring carved of flowers in silver.

She glides one on his fourth finger, a ring carved in vines and leaves.

"You may kiss the bride." Declares the priest, as her groom moves closer, even before the priest finished the words.

Rhett pulls her to him close—by the waist, embracing the other halves with saccharine smiles, he hovers her lips, breath lingering on their lips.

And within a swirl of the breeze, he devours his bride, Neva's saccharine lips.