As she stood with a veil upon her head, looking down the aisle
Filled with nerves, in love yes, but young & unsure
Her father walked her down, to the man at the end, his blue eyes twinkling as he looked at her
He was nervous, but never had he been more sure of anything, this woman belonged next to him
He never tried to own her, he never presumed what she may be thinking
One of the many things he loved about her, was how she spoke her mind, she was independent
As the years went on, their love grew stronger, no matter how much he travelled for work
She would be waiting, of this he was sure, she was sure of his love & commitment never doubting him
Their marriage was one to remember, a love that stood the test of time
All battles were fought together, he was the sword & she was the shield
Together they spent fifty years married, it was heartbreaking for him to leave her
They vowed in sickness & health, this stood true, she held him close until she could no longer
In memory he will always live, her heart remains true, as she walks forward alone
She can feel his hand on her shoulder, forever giving her the love & strength he did in life.
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Ellysa Greenhalgh
I am a writer from south east Melbourne. I write poetry mainly, I love to be descriptive in my writing. I write about true experiences, erotic, love, relationships, mental health & life.
I hope you enjoy what I write, feedback is welcome.
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