A step back, two forward.
She tugged at her soft curls,
Wondering, "a cocktail dress or a pencil dress?"
Meanwhile, across town,
He was torn between a suit and casuals.
She reached for a plaid skirt and a plain top,
While he hopped into some scrawny jeans and a polo shirt.
They left for the party without a partner,
Neither aware that it was time for the singles to run into each other.
A step back, two forward.
Neither he had hazel brown eyes,
Nor were hers the colour of sapphire.
She got lost in their velvety black hue,
He was bewitched by her opaque gaze.
Standing at two corners of a crowded room,
The strangers found a reason to break into a smile.
A step back, two forward.
The gathering swayed to soft music.
Twirl and slide.
Spin and glide.
They had to let go of their partners at every alternate twirl,
And grab hold of another at every next slide.
The couples did it with a frown.
Meanwhile, the girl with the plain, plaid appearance
And the almost shabby gentleman,
Glided effortlessly across the room, changing partners.
His hand on her slender waist,
Hers on his shoulder.
Eyes locked, smiles exchanged
As they finally fell into each others' arms at the hearth of the dance floor.
A step back, Two forward.
A beating heart, Clasped hands.
Standing on tip toe,
Frowns because his lips are out of reach.
Finds heaven when he bends forward
And they finally meet.
A step back, two forward.
They'd lost track of how one date had led to a hundred more.
Of how one week of being together turned into four years.
Of how their hearts still fluttered when they where together.
What was once a silly weekend romance,
Was now a promise of forever.
A step back, two forward.
She hesitated at the foot of the stairs.
Lifted her quivering hands up to her face,
Realising that it was hot enough to be mistaken for a fever.
Adjusting her dress, she climbed the last flight of stairs,
Reached a door, opened it, and felt a soft breeze caress her face.
Candles covered the floor,
Rose petals woven between them.
No fancy dinner set up, nor expensive champagne.
Instead, waiting for her a few steps away,
Was a ring and a dream about to come true,
Wearing a crisp black suit, arm outstretched,
Down on one knee,
Mouthing the words "Marry me!"
A step back, two forward,
Towards the mirror, away from it.
Strappy shoulders or a halter neck?
Lace? Satin? Both?
Pumps? Ballerinas? Cinderella's glass shoes?
Lillies or roses?
Carnations or tulips?
A red theme or a pink?
Will the questions ever end?
Her phone buzzed.
"Let's get married at night, under the vault of stars,
Surrounded by the ones who love us." His text read.
Her heart skipped a beat,
As she picked the wedding dress with both satin and lace,
Chose the pearly white pumps,
Ticked off lillies and carnations,
And finally,
"I want to look as astounding as the starry night sky." She whispered as she decided to have a black themed wedding.
A step back, two forward.
Clad in white, her glossy black train trailing behind her in ripples,
Modified black roses clasped in her hands,
An ethereal form, she appears at one end of the aisle and walks towards her future, standing at the other.
"I vow to dance all my dances with you.
If it's possible to love you any more,
I vow to love you more than I already do."
He ends his vows.
"I vow to make sure you do all that you just said."
She whispers with a smile.
"And love you even after you begin to look old and wrinkled."
Applause resounded and wine glasses were raised in honour of the newly weds.
The stars hid among the clouds after witnessing a love so devine,
She pulls him close and kisses him softly,
Draws back.
Kisses him again, saying,
"I can do that whenever, because now you're mine."
