Hey! She is a bride
Standing with all her pride
Oh! She's beautiful
Both sorrowful and joyful;
Sorrow that she has to depart
Joy for getting her smart.
Departing from her parents
As from a house of rents.
Dreams of happy life
As a would -be wife.
Holding his hand
Shy, with a garland.
Wishes never to leave
Every moment, every eve.
Yes, bride is she
In her best smiles and glee
Her heart in colours
Blushing like flowers
Oh! The dame so beautiful
Stepping into new life wonderful.
How sweet it is. I waited for a girl to turn 20, many years ago... so we could be married
It is with some fears and more of glee that each bride steps out of her house to join her groom! She is dressed in the most beautiful finery and looks the best on her day of marriage! She must wear the guise of a coy bride too! Great observation!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With a bride. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.