ALL HAIL THE VEIL

All hail the veil
That I so much look forward to wearing someday

Not someday actually, soon, the vail I hope to wear soon.

All hail the veil I so bad want to fall off my head covering the doll faced beauty beneath
All hail the veil regardless of the man causing me to wear it

So much about the veil and so little or nothing about the reason I am wearing it

Anyone ever thought of telling me how important the after is more than the beauty that will characterise me behind that trapless back laced floor sweeping white linen.

Yes thats how much I have my dress all figured out in my head. Turquoise and white will be the colours my bridemaids will have to work with.

Yes am stuck in the moment mesmerized by the fairytale, the fatansy, the admiration that comes with being a bride

Society sure does that to us, psychologically grooming us to be a bride, more so when the societal expected age is approaching.

The envy from the world, from those who are not so close enough to given picture what their white linen would look like

All hail the white dress
Am i jst ready for you or the after too?
Do I love him too or its the veil I hail