She was thirteen
Beautiful
As a teenage queen
She was promised
An another she never met
As it was customary
In that once upon a time.
He was a handsome
Military Captain
Tall and lean
Medals of bravery adorned
His chest
Like fruit salad.
They met
She was thirteen, he thirty six
Though there was no love
Between them
Prior to the day
At hand.
They stood before an altar
Of God
Staring into the sparkles
In each other’s eyes
with awe
an epiphany of expectation
That they were meant
For each other
Reciting their vows
Followed by “I Do”
Their true love
Was created in heaven
Several children later
Their love stood solid
Like the rock of ages.
Years took a sadden toll
Upon the brave Handsome
Once upon a time Captain
Now a three star General
As he lays in his
Deathbed
She held his hand
Tenderly
Staring at the dimming
Sparkle within his eyes
Where she to him
Always resided.
The reaper awaits
Outside their dwelling
Respecting
The still passionate love
Of a brave General
And his beautiful
Tearful princess.
How lovely, William. Have to admit that, for some reason, my mind wandered to the film The Sound of Music - guess it's the mixture of devout faith, innocence and rugged masculinity. Now I'm off... :) xx
Indian families have told me that their arranged marriages last because couples are carefully matched and the marriages are actually a joining of families.
The kind of idyllic marriage portrayed in your poem is fast fading. Even in countries where it is still practiced.
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Love ya!
Jane
The kind of idyllic marriage portrayed in your poem is fast fading. Even in countries where it is still practiced.
Ron
Beautiful poetic poem of epiphany.
Lady Mary Ann