A love so limitless,
Just like a sky so wondrous.
Ponderous,
Craving,
Unfulfilling.

She painted pictures with words,
Saw heaven in all things,
Casted hell with her eyes
Drowned them with her might,
She was all that of glory,
Walking on a pathway of gold,
A queen never to have her crown,
A celestial of beauty,
Whom always had a rose,
Gripped tightly in her hand.

But she still seemed to break down,
From her tall pedestal.
The moment
When she read your name, next to another
She would grip the table
Kneel in agony,

As she read the wedding invitation.

To another woman.
To another person.
You betrayed her without even speaking to her once,
You broke her without one touch,

Instead you walked past the girl in the maids dress,
To your lovely bride,
Named Loretta,
Kissed her on the cheek,
And placed the maids dusty red rose in her dark brown hair.