Her Bridge

It was the good old stone bridge.
It was made of stone and iron, and a door unhinge.
On it were growing all sorts of vines.

And couples would take pictures there during good times.
Families would travel past the bridge.
And the vines grew long.

Eventually,they became like flowers,very long.
And for people to notice,it didn’t take long.
Some say the bridge was boring and old.

Others say it was brooding for how much it could hold.
it was like a bridge from a fairytale unfold.
And it had moss,and even nature’s mold.

People walked past it,day by day.
Cars ran by it,all the way.
The bridge held everything in place.

And was like a familiar face.
They say the bridge looked in grace.
Because of the vines and flowers that always stays.

Maybe one day,the bridge would take form.
Of the goddess that created it.
With a long,starry night veil.

And the bright,glowing moon.
It cast a form of nature very soon.
It caused an ethereal glow.

And water underneath it would freely flow.
And the bridge said,oh my.
I carry so much weight.

And sometimes it feels like I don’t even try.
I let everyone pass through.
And I’m quite friendly,too.

The bridge soon showed its true form.
Of a goddess of nature vines unfold.
Her hair was green,like moss or mold.

With the starry sky as her veil.
A legend says it took a while to create.
As the sun and moon bring a food filled plate.

They combined magic to create.
The ethereal glow – by the glowing moon.
And sunshine went to help very soon.

They say the bridge was made by magic.
And there is ever anything tragic.
The sun and moon.

A bright glow covers your face.
Was it blush or ethereal lace?
Did magic cast onto your face?

The sun glows,the moon even brighter.
If we just focus on the bridge,we could pull an all nighter.
The magic held it together like a fighter.

And everyone watches in amaze.
Your skin now glowy,ethereal lace.
Together,the problems we will face.

And we don’t care what anyone else says.