Between The Aisle And The Altar Poem by Bolami lawal

Regardless of the thrill
The fleeting piognant intoxication
That lured away the severity of the occasion
I traveled beyond those smiling faces
To meet with a misplaced feeling of bareness
Which no smile could hide

Quietly as the crowd is dispersed
Then came the ultimate demand
With no cheers of excitement
We embrace the moment of truth
Coming face to face with compromises
We learnt that the occasion was a beautiful deception

Between the aisle and the altar some will fall
Between the twist and the turns a few will stand
Yet we owe the sanctity of our oath
As we keep the walk along the aisle;
Knowing now what a solemn walk it is,
We did first what we ought to do last!