I Like to Be Alone With My Thoughts Sometimes

How devastating must it be
To begin your dream with a bind of a ring
Eyes so bright and smiles so wide
To believe you found the one to hold for life
The one to hold you
And with a twist of fate so cruel
You battle for your life, Weeping for the loss of your bride
With eyes so dead and a smile that froze
Mourning the dream that died.
The flowers that should be decorating your home now weaved in her wreath for the last goodbye.

You are in all our thoughts.