A Life Worth Living
Delicately wrapped in a shroud of lace
A tear trickled down her porcelain face
She wiped her eyes and stood up straight
And in anguish began her dutiful gait
Closer and closer she came to the altar
With each labored breath she began to falter
Her face grew pale and her grew eyes dim
Then she fell to the floor in longing of him
It was long ago her heart was taken
And unless she had him she would never awaken
She had almost departed when she heard his voice
He whispered softly that she had a choice
Then louder became the frantic mutters
As she took a breath and her eyes did flutter
Squeezing his hand she then felt his embrace
And all the color rushed back to her face
Then she spoke, “It is only he who I will wed
Without him I’d rather be dead.”
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