Love Will Triumph
he stood there
his blank stare
fell below raised brows
as he tipped his hat
towards his love
the flame in his heart
burnt brighter than the fire
atop fresh logs
the soft glow lingered
yet it was no match
for her father's temper
that snapped and popped
in disapproval
in one hour
they were to be married
behind the stained glass
a doorway lay hidden
guests awaited
down the hall
the fresh aroma
of roses cascading
from her bouquet
filled the air
his bride sat there
as if in mourning
on what was to be
her happiest day
her ivory dress
matched the tone
of her skin
as all color faded
beneath the chill of
her father's words
her veil
still in its box
peered through
as her mother
sprang to her feet
and tried to calm him
her hands
pressed firm
against his heart
as she whispered
love will prevail
in the distance
the music began to play...
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2013
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