This day, the Lord has made.

crowned by the king in his highest authority

robed in the finest linen of royalty

the palace maids ran around like ants on a pan

for her dress, her comb and accessories

the mumurs of the villagers penetrated through the gates of the kingdom

words of anticipation and excitement

kings and queens came from across the waters and on their horses

to see this girl stained in royal blood

the people rejoiced and danced around the fire

they sang the happy song

clap their hands, stamp their feets and nod their heads

joyful, joyful were they

but it wasnt for long that the yearly rejoicing subsided

from how the whole city lit under the moonlight

from its hustle and bustle and songs of joyous celebration

to nothing, almost nothing

now the streets no longer glow

and the stars no longer seem to shine

the king had his kingdom affairs

and all that he had to see to

in her royalty sat her cold dinner

lying on precious felt on a beautiful glass table

the flight of stairs that took her to her room

seems longer than it used to be

climbing it took twice the effort as always

or was it twice her weight that she was carrying

she had been tired and sleepy from eyes that ran dry

that seem so hard to keep open

till she saw the only thing of which she took joy in

the 50 bottles with notes of best wishes and with love

though it was a mystery how those landed in her balcony
it may be her fairy godmother or a mighty knight on a unicorn

she was too astounded and dumfolded by the overwhelming love

captured in a bottle that seemed too small to contain

raised her hands and began to give thanks

to God of whom has showered her with blessings all her days

He had called her His

for the love in bottles that glowed in the gloom

was there anything more that she could ask for

she took out her feather quill and spilled her heart on paper

spelled gratitude and love with drowning eyes

signed off with great love and regards

your friend<3.

edited: corrected by uncle chua