Something Amiss
Our hopes sky high, we drove along the coast
We'd ask our folks their blessing for to wed
The bridge was out, perhaps the first signpost
Yet neither of us felt the slightest dread...
When we arrived, we felt something amiss
Our parents' faces ashen, gaunt and long --
No more to thrill to love's expectant kiss
~ Our different religions made it wrong
Iambic Pentameter
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