White lace, a sheer gown
trumpets call out proud.
A congregation stands
turns to stare in awe.
Yet, a head in the crowd
isn't watching her
is turned staring
watching his reaction.
A black tuxedo, his face set
she thinks he looks
perhaps too serious
a face made of stone.
Looking a little scared
she hopes it's just nerves
and not him changing his mind
this has got to work.
Everyone sits slowly
some crying happy tears
this heart is mourning
the loss of innocence.
The loss of a past
giving it up and away
with placement of rings
mixed emotions stir.
She can stop loving him now
as the groom kisses the bride
they leave the church Mr. and Mrs.
and, she breathes relaxed.
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