The Bride

There she was in her shimmering veil

Her alluring smell would my senses assail

Mum and Dad had chosen her for me

She looked as nervous, that I could see.

She looked beautiful in resplendent red

A bride she was today, everything that said

With bangles adorning her narrow wrists

Her fingers clutching the sari ends in a twist.

Gold, diamonds, rubies flowing down her slender neck

Looking at her, this goddess, I kept my desire in check

Fresh flowers trailed down the raven black, silken hair

Regal she looked, seated in the golden chair.

Our lives were to be forever entwined

This beauty, I would call forever mine

I felt blessed that god had been so kind

An invisible thread would together us bind.