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Almost A Bride
This pencil is not that pretty But the lead it holds inside Begins to tell a story about a lovely lady, Who becomes a forgotten bride All her hopes and dreams were shattered On this fateful day When her handsome groom was late She began to pray "Please lord keep him safe, And if he's caught in traffic, Please help him on his way" The lovely morning sunlight Streaming through the chapels stained glass windows, Bathed her guests in colors bright Her bridal gown looked perfect Her white satin shoes were tied Now a tiny bit of doubt crept in When he had professed his love for her, Surely he hadn't lied The blue dresses of her bridesmaids Had been a color they had chosen together Where is he now? Why is he so late? It can not be the weather Each passing minute seemed like an hour As she choked back her tears The stabbing pains she felt inside her heart, Began to reveal her fears Her bridesmaids tried to give her comfort Then her mother wrapped her arms around her And whispered in her ear, "It will be alright my darling, He will soon be here" As she paced back and forth Holding up her dress She thought of the caterers, the band, and the cake, Oh, what a terrible mess. It had been an hour now Since the minister said take your places As she gazed arounded the room At the worried look upon everyone's faces Then she saw the best mans shadow Come across the chapel door "He's not coming", she said softly As she let her pretty white roses Slip from her hand onto the floor The tears burst from her eyes As she began to cry How could he leave her there waiting? Her anguish was so very great That she just wanted to die Her father announced, "there'll be no wedding today", With anger in his voice Sadness overwhelmed her Broken promises and betrayal at her choice She left the little chapel, With her head hung low Because she would bear the hurtful memory Of this day forever, Where ever she might go
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