I wrote this poem about 4 months after I broke off the engagement (5 years ago-crazy...). I have clearly come a long way since I wrote this poem, but it was interesting to go back 5 years later and read how I was feeling at the time.

Bride in waiting

A bride

A ring forgotten

What do these diamonds mean??

Are they forever?

Relationships don’t last

at least not from ill-fated experience

Why must they come?

Why must they go?

Why must they deceive?

Only does my God know

This rose, the beauty of a woman

A scent so powerful, as if gravity gives no choice

From afar the petals allure

With rose in hand, it steals thy blood

Love is signified by this velvet

The bride, her dress no longer with,

The bareness of her body exposed

Exposed to the world,

Vulnerable

The vale cannot mask the hurt indefinitely

She takes a step forward, moving towards the golden rays

Towards her God

Towards the only love she truly knows