...true love stories never have endings.
Poseban dan u životu.
Kišni oblaci nad gradom mršteći se, pokušavaju nas zastrašiti pokojom kapljom kiše.
Vjetar podiže rub bijele haljine.
Osmjeh na licima, suze u kutku oka.
Prijateljičina svadbena zvona odjeknula su subotnjim predvečerjem.
Bijela ruža koju sam joj zataknula u spletenu kosu još uvijek joj daje djevojački šarm,
a rukama je čvrsto obujmila vjenčani buketić kao simbol vjernosti i ljepote.
Buketić koji sam joj napravila je od svilenih bijelih ruža i pudrastih boje breskve. Pokoje bijelo perce naglašavalo je nježnost i ima simboliku lagodnog života. Kao sjećanje na taj dan, mladenka ga ostavlja sebi, buket koji nikada ne vene.
"I dreamed of a wedding of elaborate elegance,
A church filled with family and friends.
I asked him what kind of a wedding he wished for,
He said one that would make me his wife."
A church filled with family and friends.
I asked him what kind of a wedding he wished for,
He said one that would make me his wife."
"My heart to you is given:
Oh, do give yours to me;
We'll lock them up together,
And throw away the key."
Oh, do give yours to me;
We'll lock them up together,
And throw away the key."
koje se poslije mogu skinuti i zataknuti u kosu ili iskoristiti kao broš.
“Every time I read to her, it was like I was courting her, because sometimes, just sometimes, she would fall in love with me again, just like she had a long time ago. And that's the most wonderful feeling in the world. How many people are ever given that chance?
To have someone you love fall in love with you over and over?”
To have someone you love fall in love with you over and over?”
~ Phyllis Diller, Phyllis Diller's Housekeeping Hints, 1966
