At sunset, <br />Before a linen-draped altar, <br />Save for your fear, <br />She’d have pledged her troth <br />With almond-shaped eyes, <br />While glittering, golden motes <br />Swirled through the air <br />Like stardust. <br /> <br />But now, <br />Like empty offerings <br />Before a barren altar, <br />A tear-stained note, <br />A tarnished ring of gold & <br />Crimson roses spilling <br />Over a black-shrouded casket.<br /><br />Susan Marie Watkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/surrender-28/
