The Rehearsal

The Rehearsal

Those baby blues flashed my way
A moment forever etched in my mind,
He says I have potential, those famous first words
They threw away his mold, just my kind.

Cling clang, cling clang, the glasses do sing
A hundred eager eyes turn their attention to us,
Ready or not, we are sharing the stage
Hop aboard the live dress rehearsal bus.

Butterflies in my stomach cannot be tempered
Can this really be happening to me,
Maid of Honor and Best Man, the chants grow louder
Ready or not, no opportunity to flee.

Camera ready, point and click
Nervous laughter escapes my lips,
Sharing glances with the man of my dreams
No time to think as his sexy hands grasp my hips.

A picture of love caught on film by the actors
Flashes of light find me dizzy and weak,
Quivering and quaking as we share our first kiss
Repeated promptings propel us to a fervent peak.

See you tomorrow as we meet on the aisle
Not a chance we can wait until then,
Stolen kisses, more urgent in nature, resume
In my car, now the new lover's den.