Soft to the touch
Wrapped in silk
Told as such
Colour of milk
Sour turn shows
Power of Men
As the bride glows
With fear again
Night Falls Fast
As the mirror shows
Her future's past
- The bride glows
Something old
His greying hair
Blue eyes, cold
Nothing there
Something new
Contract to commit
Sign now, on cue
Breathe heavy, submit
Something borrowed:
Happiness
No escape burrowed
So, bare family bliss
Something blue
Those icy eyes
They are you
Frozen lies
Something silver (small)
Christening spoon
Be brave, stand tall
Dance life's sombre tune
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice.loved the flow and rhyming.