Silver Was

Silver was my dress
When we first met
On a chance, a whim of fate.
It shone with a glory
Surpassed only
By the celestial lights
Glowing high above.

Silver was the moon
When we first met
Under the willow
With its beams shining through
The natural curtain
Of fluttering leaves
And branches swaying
In the night breeze.

Silver was the stream
When we first met
A ribbon of silk
Flowing o'er the land
To reach its destination
So far from where
We stood.

Silver was the ring
That you placed upon
My quivering finger
So simple, and so delicate
A symbol of joyous union.

Silver were the tears
I shed when you asked.
Tears of delight
That reflected the stars
And eternal happiness.