Blushing Bride
My wilted, rotten, Rose bouquet –My veil, a crown of thorns.
As dowry to me Master gave a tail to match my horns…
and promised me the one to rule would be but my firstborn.
So something borrowed, something blue my broken Heart becomes.
Now I with sorrow say ‘I do’ to love but only one…
the one of which I stand before with Dreading Dress undone.
Copyright © Sophia Valentina | Year Posted 2014
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