My Wedding
The Beast, we tremble as it goes
The Wayward Flame gives off no heat
But none of these are wonders when
Compared to this man, here asleep
There were battles, this I know,
That blurred through all my wedding day
And thronged around where none could see
The thoughts of men I couldn’t save.
This is my husband. Say the words,
Though meaning still seems far away.
How could this nameless, broken waif
Be caught, and freed in his embrace?
Still the words now, don’t dare wake,
The sleeper I’d fail to describe.
So grateful every day for him,
And gladder still to be his bride.
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