"Jasmine Scented Paper"
Oh God Please do tell me I still live
Is that an angel floating down the aisle?
With her golden locks intricately woven
With a halo of flowers as beautiful as she
Is this heaven I glimpse at?
Oh Angel, My angel!
Should I still call you that?
Do I still hold your heart?
Am I the one you miss when were apart?
Why does sadness glaze your eyes?
Oh lovely don't you weep of what couldn't be
Don't let a frown mere your angelic features
Pull down your veil-hide your fears, wipe your tears
Just walk down the aisle
Don't let regret mist your eyes
Don't regret what couldn't be
Walk down the aisle and towards your happiness
And I'll be at the end, still waiting for you
The church doors opened and soft music resonated from the orchestra, everyone's eyes were fixed on the angel at the end of the aisle. Rose petals lightly danced around her and the light that initially glared at our eyes slowly subdued as her figured came closer and closer giving her an ethereal glow. Her golden locks was twisted and braided intricately and I remember how her soft hair feels between my hands and how I weave pretty flowers on it on a warm summer day. Her eyes, as I remember them, are pure innocence and curiosity, and bursting with life and hope, but as I glimpse at them now, they shine with unshed tears and overflowing regret. Vibrancies lost replaced with a far-away look. Her lips were curved up but I know her heart says otherwise. I can already hear the words 'I do' escape from them, but a distant and longing voice screams 'No'. She's happy but unhappy all the same. I feel the same way too but how is that possible? This is what we've wanted and what we've allowed to happen right? But why regret what couldn't be?
I watched her float like an angel, she was breathtakingly beautiful that I can't believe that everything's real. I feel like she's nothing but a dream and it would be painful to wake up. And as she nears the altar, her eyes connected with mine and I can't help but look back at the day our eyes first met, back to the day when she offered me her smile that made me blush a thousand shades of red, back to the day my poems made sense, back to the time I first felt love. When words are not just words and songs don't just rhyme. I wish we could go back when were carefree and make me fall in love with you like it's the first time.
Bahorel would have more screen time IF I own Les Mis ... So no ... :(