ArrangedA Poem by CoraRoseArranged MarriageSurprised he looked with one raised brow. Bring her to me, bring her right now. A frighten look shown on her face. He still held her in his embrace. Futile to fight him, she sees now. Softly she makes her solemn vow. Alone they now lay face to face. He whispers softly loves not a race. Smiling he knows she is his frau. Slowly she drifts off to sleep now. Marriage by force that she must face. But years brought him, her loving grace. By Cyndi © 2014 CoraRoseAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorCoraRoseTNAboutAuthor of "Promise Ring", "Little Mountain Princess", and poem "End of the Rainbow". Mother of four wonderful children where we all live on a scenic 20 acre farm. more..Writing
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