THE MARRIED BRIDE

I look back
At the tracks of my life ,
Fallen are trees
That had blocked my dreams,
Dry are rivers
That had flooded my hopes,
As you stand there
Who would have been my wife ,
With charm and beauty
That would have been my drive .

I do now cry
For what would have been mine,
The bride , my pride
I never even tried
It was just in mind
I never said it a loud,
That I lost a bride
Who would have been my wife ,
With charm and beauty
That would have been my drive