Who's going to tell the truth before it gets out of hand?

The bride sat on the bed under the flower candle in a white dress, with her fingertips on her skirts, and the groom changed her dress, and the shirt buttons were left open, and he came to her and put her coat on her shoulder, and the light was dazzling, and he leaned on his face, and he was breathing close to her ears, and the bride suddenly looked straight into his eyes, and his finger didn't seem to hold his horn, and the groom's throat was rolling, and she slowly gravitated into her arms, and her chin was twirling on her forehead, and the candles on the outside, and the temperature was rising a little bit inside, and the bride's heart of the flowering night was getting out of control.