Down The Aisle She Walks

Brought her blue scarfs 

And matching loafers

They hopped on the beat

Until it was over

She slept and

He waited outside in his rover

With the smile so perfect 

And the perfect weather 

Off they go on the road 

To the city for a dinner

Coats and boots and

Winters kept them closer

On the table underneath 

Towards the corner 

There was a hand with a crimson box

Which has a band of gold or maybe silver

He said he’ll care and 

She doesn’t have to suffer

All alone, he wanted her to stay

‘til they were sober

“Let’s talk in the morning”

He thought it might be bitter

Next day she calls and says, “Yes”

He wakes up and finds a note with a flower.