Fifty-years ago,
Standing at the foot
Of the chancel
Waiting for his
Future bride as she
Walked down the aisle,
He saw her red eyes,
Tears and runny nose
Behind her veil.
He thought that
She was never
More beautiful.
She died twenty-
Six years later
And her eyes
Live on in another
Who may have
Walked down
Another aisle
On the way to
Her future
With someone
Who thought
She was never
More beautiful.