The blushing bride wears pink and white <br />without desire to break some old tradition. <br />Daintily she parades up the center isle, <br />angelic glow and radiant her smile. <br />Dad is walking with her now, clutched <br />tightly to her side. <br />From one hand to another, a sobbing transfer; <br />merchant to consumHER, he will “chance her”. <br />He is strong, that hungry man, yet he whispers <br />In her ear; “despite what is said here, to get this hitch done, <br />you shall honor and obey ME from rise to setting sun”! <br />The storybook bride, so ignorant in bliss, took this man’s vow and <br />empty kiss. <br />She thought his charm would keep them <br />“swinging from the rafter”, now off they go <br />miserably ever after!<br /><br />Renee Marie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blushing-bride/
