'The Coldest Hour' Poem by Whitney Nicole Albright*

A long, white dress she wore that day
Her silked hair on her shoulders
It was the warmest hour in May
So beautiful she was, he told her
They both said I do
Till death do they part
None had seen a love so true
So true, it warmed their hearts
They spent a lovely year together
A lovely year to remember
No, it didn't last forever
It ended that September
She knows her future is gone
Sadness is the only thing she can see
Yet, the time goes on
And after all, so must she
A long black dress she wore today
Her silked hair layed on her shoulders
It was the coldest hour, I must say
For he could no longer hold her