Thursday, July 17, 2008

To be bride.

The wind blows in my hair,
Sublimes all of my despair
my bare feet touches the grass,
my white gown strikes in the eye,
I left my man at the altar,
it rains very slowly and I falter;
Drizzle drizzle
I take it all in, and it begins.
My love for you, as white as forever,
But my life for you, as black as never.