You kept a smile in defiance
pacing up and down waiting for her
to come back home in one peace.
You where not afriad, of the beastly
words that murmured between the pews
seeking to flirt with the light of
hope in you.
Noon, matured quickly shearing off
hope, like a sheep losing it coats.
You could have lost your cool,
but you denied the cruel their satisfaction.
Can't aford to blink an eye, it might happen
in a twinkle of a breath.
Few seconds of waiting,
for your bride on the aisle seems like days.
Your knees shook, as the pianist
cue her arrival with his finger striking a cord.
You are below zero, with a warming smile and
a heart lit, like pumpkin spiced candle.