A young woman once yearned to be a bride,
To wear a wedding dress pristinely white,
Her eyes aglow with virtuous pride,
Her heart full of an innocent delight,
But not too sure what to expect that night,
Though little on the subject had been said,
She knew she had to prove herself in bed,
For her marriage she had kept herself chaste,
Her anticipation was tinged with dread,
Perhaps they need not leave in too much haste.
Some girls today such virtue would deride,
Having long put such martyrdom to flight,
Their fear of pregnancy now set aside,
They seek sexual partners as of right,
Dressing always to entice and excite,
Thoughts of marriage are far from each young head,
Down that once welcome path fewer are led,
And one who thought marriage was to her taste,
Might end up grimly wishing she was dead,
Once her partner's violence has been faced.
Checked with Rhymezone and HMS (the "d" ending in "faced" is allowed).
September 17 2020 - "Dizain" - Emile Pinet
Copyright © Beth Evans | Year Posted 2020
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