to the man i once loved: a poetry

Wedding Bells for a Funeral

and so I'm a bride that blushes red and blood,
Fate is our priest that sings to us no hymn.
The wedding church bells toll us funeral,
and all these things I have for vows:
tulips and roses and lilies from the sods
rings and veils and hems-of bizarre pads
and gown of white,of plain,of sobbing flares-
I'm a blushing bride of red and blood,
Fate is the priest that'll summons our love,
but only these I have for a wedding-
and of a groom I endear-my dearest Pain.