Standing at the center of the city square,
neon is her garment,
the magnificent moon,
Dews and rime,
following the footsteps of her happiness,
Daubed with hymn,
sent to the sacred wedding hall.
plain white floor-length dress,
moving towards the breeze,
an ordinary pretty woman in the city.
She breaks the Cupid’s arrow,
facing the rays,
that are about to gush and spill on the horizon,
holding the Cupid’s golden arrow aloft,
she feels fabulous.