Impending Nuptials

I cannot bear to entertain Thoughts veiled in white, wearing a train Trimmed in lace and love-adorned Pretty, pristine, and so I scorn Thoughts that flicker, quenched again By the eternal chill within the space Between, and washes clean the slate; Bringing at last to a hush, and nearly too late, A voice to which we all incline Our seldom happy hearts and ever mournful minds Which spreads sinful seeds upon withering winds that sear And birth a most powerful emotion- fear.