We were married in the spring of 1952, we were called the perfect couple, the inseparable two.
A wedding held in a slight drizzle of rain, the happiest man in the world, a joy emotions couldn't contain.
Everyone loved us, a perfect couple in their sight, caught in love's moment, a celebration through out the night.
Candles extinguished, the memory forever caught in time, love's perfect memory, captured in a romantic rhyme.
Into my car, our drive through the foggy night, hands embraced, eyes locked in each others sight.
Headlights piercing the thick, my vision obscured,
the widow's bridge just ahead, no worries or cares to endure.
A scream from my bride, her eyes locked in fear, a women in white, floats from the clear.
A swerve of the wheel, loss of all control, falling through the darkness, the sting of the water's cold.
Doors pinned shut, our hearts begin to race, no escape evident, from this sad and dark place.
Water fills our lungs, our fear has seemed to pass, our suffering comes to an end, forever together with my life's best friend.
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