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Click hereMy Bride in the Blue Dress
I see that day across the gulf of my life(s years
It was August not June
The day as brilliant as it was hot
she wore a blue dress not white
she had no flowers but those in the print of her dress
Her sister stood for her my cousin for me
No dead food, no catered hall
Just she and me and two who were close then to us
Time has withered the girls in white dresses
and the young men they wed
but it has passed on her love of me
not wilted by a single day
She stands in my mind now
My love in the blue flowed dress
Oh that's good. It does what poetry is supposed to do. Thank You. I'm glad I saw this.
Hard to believe that you would have a typo in such a short poem. "Blue flowed dress" not blue flowered dress? Such a stupid and insignificant poem. 1 star. Good luck with your next name.
reasonable man