A blushing bride,
A brilliant gown.
A boquet of colour,
A shining crown.
He looks at her,
His breath caught.
His battle for love is over,
The war for love was fought.
He looks at her lovingly,
A smile gracing his soft lips.
He longed to see shiny eyes under the veil,
To capture her lips with his.
She draws closer,
Her footfalls echo.
Suddenly she's next to him,
Her grin ever so mellow.
He lifts her veil,
Not wanting to she her eyes in cloud.
But just as he does so,
The dream lifts with a shroud.
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Compathy: A Collection Of Poetry
Poetry"Through grief and sorrow, through joy and through love, shouldn't these emotions be shared?" A collection of poems that come from the heart, and worded in the most poetic forms to say and spread what is not spoken, whether it be melancholic or joyo...
