She's walking down the aisle
With a smile as pure as honey
A gust of wind as smooth as silk
A glimmer of hope
A ray of light.

She's walking down the aisle
With lovely clothes of crimson red
A look of a saintly figure
A voice of an angel
A silent whisper.

She's walking down the aisle
With eyes as deep as the sea
A song of the morning bird
A divine vision
A picture of paradise.

She's walking down the aisle
Like clouds floating in the sky
Like an angel ascending from heaven
Like a drop of rain in the desert
Like a promise never broken.

She walks down the aisle.
She asks me a question.
I have no words to answer.
And time stands still...

- Sikandar Razzaq Bughio -