17 July 2012
Something old,
Something new,
Something borrowed,
Love that's true.
At least that's how
The story goes
But Nature doth wilt
Every rose.
Stop the clocks.
Time stands still, jilt
In the house
That money built.
Shillings, pennies,
Farthings too,
Sixpence for a song,
To say I do.
Each lie dripped off
Your silver tongue
Each mistruth
Like a death knell rung
But I was deaf
And blind and dumb;
Followed like a fool,
My heart left numb.
My love goes on
Past sea and shore
But you shall love me
Nevermore.
Quoth Bridal Ravens • Opuss № I