Taffeta, Lace and Silk

A vow of lies I should never have said, Two words I wish I’d saved for me and you; My wasted innocence on the wedding bed Defiled the words of love that say ‘I do’. A distant regret now haunts my mind, you see, While watching you walking down towards me; My vision of taffeta, lace and silk Tainted by a past of the devil’s milk. I seek your smile beneath the bridal veil, My comfort before promises are made And I give my heart as regrets now fade. Later when I sip from your holy grail And yield to the power of loving spells I recall the joy of our wedding bells.