A Symphony of Tears

In the realm of love's embrace, a tale I shall weave, Of hearts entwined, of longing and sorrow that deceive. Upon that fateful day, as time stood still and true, I waited, adorned in red, the bride in a crew. 

Oh, the sky! A celestial canvas, painted above, Enveloped me in hues of pink and blue, like a dove. Those ethereal shades, a symphony of emotion, A premonition, a warning, a tragic love potion. 

With bated breath, I yearned for your arrival, To witness our union, to embark on our survival. Yet destiny's cruel hand played its wicked game, For love's path twisted, with no one to blame. 

"As the minutes turn to hours," I whispered in despair, "Hope wanes inside, like petals withering, love's flame begins to hide." A cruel silence echoes, tears staining my face, The dreams we cherished, shattered without a trace. 

Through the veil of time, I gaze upon that day, Where love's grand illusion held us in its sway. "The sky, a witness to a love now lost and forlorn, Leaving me, the bride, in a sea of hearts torn." 

"Oh, how I wished to rewrite our tragic tale, To alter the course, to prevail, not to fail." But fate had other plans, a different path to tread, Leaving me haunted by words left unsaid. 

here I stand, a tale etched in the annals of time, A love once vibrant, now a bittersweet rhyme. For matured readers, a cautionary tale to impart, That love's sweet illusions can tear worlds apart. 

"Remember the day I waited, adorned in red," "The sky's tender brushstrokes," softly it said, "Love's tragedy lingers, its echoes ever true, A poignant reminder of what fate can undo."