The Wedding: A Poem

So beautiful!

A room covered in flowers. 

Bridesmaids who giggle

About what will happen in just a few hours.

And she’s so lovely

With lips painted red!

“She’s the love of my life.”

Those words are what his lips said.

Her ebony hair curled

As her hands neatly fold

The skin beneath her pearls

Is icy and cold.

The party is whispering

Sharing stories and rumors.

Despite the occasion

He still has the same sense of humor.

Now music is playing

As day turns to night

The party soon learns

This wedding comes in black

Not white.