Her Fallen Bride

This is just a short romance fiction I wrote while having coffee.

"She was there but she kept quiet.
Held in her tears when her lover faked a smile."

They knew that their union was meant to be destroyed, yet they both strived.
Yet maybe their doom was destined, Perhaps their souls were aligned.

Fate created their ship, and the waves assembled merely to carry them ashore.

If future stands on her side, Will she be able to celebrate her fallen bride?