She asked softly, "How do I look?"
Her voice, like pages from a fantasy book.
He was starstruck, lost in her grace,
His heart adrift in love's embrace.
Words escaped, taking a flight,
"My lady, you look magical tonight.
Like a fairy from rich fantasy,
Your beauty is pure ecstasy."
She smiled, blushing her cheeks,
Whilst he was busy, taking her pics.
Red like strawberry, rare and fine,
Elegance so true, stars can't outshine.
Holding hands, they walked the aisle,
Gorgeously flaunting her perfect style.
She's his queen, his only priority.
He's her king, the owner of her sacred city.