A BRIDAL BOUQUET
The clock ticked.
Announcements became frantic.
None showed up to catch the bridal bouquet.
They were not in a rush.
It was all hush-hush.
Bidding a final adieu to a ritual that breathed it's last.
Came a girl,
Who stood gasping really fast.
A bridal bouquet experiencing gravity?
Oh! What a pity.
She believed in Happy Ever Afters.
In all her glory she held it and that's what mattered.
A bit embarrassed.
As being the only one,
Carefree and content.
A gentle smile ran across her face.
She won without a race.
Being the NEXT,
She happily etched it in text.