Special Day!

That special day has finally arrived

plans made hoping all is well

beginning of our adventure together

preparations completed ready

a nervous groom waits for his bride

standing nowhere to hide!

 

Soon she will walk down the aisle

two people to be joined

music starts to play nerves are taut

relieved as she is here

now together for that moment stand

promises a kiss hand in hand!

 

Behind family and friends sit watching

now smiles on your faces

turning to congratulations and praises

signing the register married

feeling of relief cameras start clicking

your married the clock is ticking!

 

Realising now two families are united

everybody happy and delighted

their perfect love match and marriage

or divorce hate then disengage!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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Scent!

That sweet alluring scent made him turn

as she walked closely by

long fair hair glinting in the early light

just catching a glimpse

but the exhilarating smell lingered on

for her he did so long!

 

Could not lose the smell absorbed within

an image of flowing hair

intrigued to know what her image could be

frustrating his manly urges

just a glimpse but their auras had touched

why did he like her so much?

 

With an ever rapidly growing intensity he saw

an image with snarling teeth

in his decreasing waking and sleeping spells

the same form repeating

yet always the smell of that addictive perfume

his whole being did consume!

 

For an endless time had this pursuing torment

oblivious to any reality

afraid of another visitation of growing intensity

unable to grasp the cause

or comprehend the link between that meeting

and scent as his life was retreating!

 

With a jolt he opened his now heavy eyelids

his first sense to return smell

a blond woman by his side the scent strong

smiling and holding his hand

the one so sure that filled his every thought

no more to be sought!

 

She told him they were  married his new wife

but it did not ring true

the scent overpowering he felt blissfully calm

maybe this was his life

without actual proof  this existence was real

yet had a pleasant feel!

 

In truth he was in a deep coma after being hit

by the woman drunk driver

his last conscious moment was her expression

the blond hair of the paramedic

the scent recently put on was him at the scene

the injuries worst they had seen!

 

Now forever in his virtual perfect world Locked!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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