Some brides will stay, some brides will go,
Some brides will faithful linger so,
The years may pass in less than bliss,
Yet brides they stay when they’re un-kissed,
But if my bride you choose to be,
Then I shall be your groom,
For I would gladly stroll with you,
Until I meet my doom.
A bride will always be a bride,
Whatever be her fate,
Until the midnight hour strikes,
For then it is too late,
But if my bride you choose to be,
And should you wish to stay with me,
The aisle will reach my epitaph,
That waits at end of love’s sweet path.
Michael Walsh
30.07.13
quite_write@yahoo.co.uk