Clothed in black and white
I stand,
Waiting for my bride's lovely
hand.
All the hate is behind me,
As she comes my new life
to be.
I am filled with the weight
of doubt,
At the sight of her face
it all flies out.
Your heart is mine, little
Relena.
Here I hang on brother's arm,
But caught up in my groom's
charm.
Hesitate for fear tis all
a dream,
His eyes for my love do scream,
It will be there forever
more,
What started on that pretty
shore.
I could never let you go,
oh Heero.
As they meet in love,
Spirits lift on the wings
of a dove,
How they glow in face,
After the vow comes warm
embrace,
A majestic and magical kiss,
Begins their eternal bliss.
My, my Relena and Heero.
Omigosh, I didn't write a sad poem this time. Please R&R.