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 ...