Happy Tragedy

i don't know, i was bored, the words came to mind

Take a seat my young child;
sip some honey, bees gone wild.
Let the bear sit with us tonight,
as I tell my tall tale to you.

There once was a lady,
flowers in hand,
smiling and waiting,
for her husband - to - be.

But as you have guessed,
the man never showed.
She stayed there and waited,
hopeful with love,
cheerful and faithful,
holding her heart.

The love she held dearly--
tore her apart.

Reviews

[Angelic Surrender]

Great poem. So sad

[Mathias Winters]

I love poems that tell stories. It adds a depth to them that I really like. Very nicely done. I like how you did this.