A Love Etched In Blood and Time

Introduction: Some love stories never get the chance to bloom. Some vows remain unspoken, lost to fate’s cruel hand. This poem tells the tragic tale of a love cut short, a wedding tainted by violence, and a groom left with nothing but memories and echoes of the love that was stolen from him.

The colors of joy lit up the sky,
As he knelt down with love in his eye.
An emerald ring, a perfect band,
At last, he placed in her trembling hand.

Her cheeks were brushed with hues of pink,
He gazed at her, afraid to blink.
Oh, what a sight—a dream so true,
With her in his arms, his world felt new.

Soon began the wedding cheer,
Their hearts were light, their love sincere.
The engagement night was filled with glee,
With laughter, teasing, and jubilee.

The wedding day arrived so fast,
With nerves and joy—this day at last!
A fleeting fear, a strange unease,
Yet brushed aside like passing breeze.

He sat beneath the floral dome,
Awaiting his bride to take her throne.
His restless heart drew laughs so bright,
As she was called, a dazzling sight.

She walked to him in lace so bright,
A vision draped in golden white.
Their laughter wove a future fair,
Yet fate had darkness waiting there.

They sat together, side by side,
With hearts so full and eyes so wide.
Bright smiles adorned their blissful day,
Unaware of fate’s cruel play.

As they rose to take their vows so true,
A sudden halt—no one knew.
The groom was shoved, forced to sway,
As she held him tight in a desperate way.

For she had glimpsed the lurking doom,
A shadow deep within the room.
She'd rather fall than see him die,
Call it selfish—she won’t say goodbye.

A gunshot rang—a piercing sound,
As cries and chaos shook the ground.
Yet all the noise soon slipped away,
When near his bride, he saw her sway.

The culprits fled, now out of sight,
Yet none of it felt worth the fight.
He called her name in frantic cries,
As in his arms, she closed her eyes.

He called her name, his voice so tight,
And kissed her hand in pale moonlight.
Her lashes fluttered—just an inch,
Her gown now stained in crimson tinge.

She whispered soft, so faint, so light,
'Hey Ani'—his soul took flight.
His heart still skipped, like times before,
Yet grief now crushed it to the core.

‘Don’t cry for me,’ she softly said,
Her voice so weak, her strength near fled.
‘I loved you then, I love you still,
And I'll love you forever, always will.’

‘But when you think of me someday,
Let smiles, not tears, light up your way.’
Her trembling lips formed one last plea,
‘Promise you’ll stay strong for me.’

She closed her eyes, her breath grew thin,
Never to wake, never to grin.
Yet on her lips, a smile remained,
Held to the heart that love had claimed.

He shook her hands, he begged, he prayed,
But fate stood firm, no mercy swayed.
The light once shining in her eyes,
Faded like the weeping skies.

He held her close, his world turned grey,
As silence stole the words to say.
Tears fell upon her lifeless face,
A love now trapped in time and space.

The crowd stood still in muted cries,
As pain raged deep within his eyes.
The wedding bells now chimed in vain,
Echoing love now lost to pain.

The vermilion meant to grace her hair,
Now mixed with blood, a cruel affair.
The bangles meant to sing with glee,
Lay shattered, lost in destiny.

He screamed her name into the night,
Begging fate to make things right.
But death had spun its ruthless thread,
And left him longing for words unsaid.

The nights grew cold, the days turned bleak,
He searched for her, too lost to speak.
A world once bright now bled in gray,
As love stood still, yet slipped away.

Days passed by, yet time stood still,
A hollow heart, an empty will.
The world moved on, but he remained,
A soul now lost, a love unchained.

Her laughter echoed in the air,
Yet when he turned—she wasn’t there.
Her scent still lingered on his chest,
A cruel reminder, love laid to rest.

Guilt crept in, a shadow tight,
Had fate claimed her for his plight?
Was love the reason she had died,
Or did she choose to stand beside?

He cursed the stars, he cursed the night,
He cursed his helpless, failing might.
For what was love if not a crime,
That stole her breath before its time?

Yet in the whispers of the breeze,
He felt her voice, so soft, at ease.
In moonlit skies and drops of rain,
She lived in love, not lost in pain.

He traced her name with trembling hand,
On dusty frames and wedding bands.
No longer tears, but smiles anew,
For love like theirs was pure and true.

She asked him once to not despair,
To find her love in sunlit air.
And so he rose, though scars remained,
A heart once shattered, whole again.

And in the winds, so soft, so near,
He heard her whisper, felt her here.
No longer lost, he rose once more,
With love that time could not ignore.

💭 Reflection: Some loves transcend time, lingering in the echoes of what should have been. This poem speaks of love, loss, and the haunting beauty of memories that never fade. 💬 Do you believe love can outlast even death? Share your thoughts in the comments. 📌 Follow for more