My eyes are black,
my skin is pale,
my lips are read,
Behind my veil.
Before me lies this;
gray slick hard as stone,
yet blood red and soft as clouds...
On your chest lies a red rose,
signifying the end of one life,
and yet the beginning of another.
The words the preacher utters fall on a deaf ear..
my body is working without command from me.
I can think of no other I've loved so unconditionally.
Every eye on me...
can they see my tears?
I will never forget this day.
Am I hearing things.
or did you just say,
" I do." |