Flawless in conception
The one with red carpet aisles
Champagne roses
Free flowing wine
The beautiful wife
Mine
The one inside me
Ring in hand
Fingers interlocked
Staring deep into eyes
Saying a million things
Not saying anything
Revealing love
Renewing belief
The beautiful wife.
Mine.
A beacon of decency
Of all’s envy.
But,
there will be no wedding,
not now - forever.
It did go wrong.
Eventually.
Fury of the wedding planner-
her pains felt-
perfect plans ruined.
Champagne bottles uncorked
The guest list empty.
What belief, what love
What we have
is what we had.