Grandeur wedding.
Magnificence magnified.

Eloquent elegance.
In everything.

Fine chardonnay that sparkles.
The saffron flowers which die.

A diamond that's not a forever.
Lace dress laced with unhappiness.

On white chiffon cake, she chokes.
Taking in the fancy site,

Walks down the aisle.
Makeup masking the ugly truth.

Pastor asks,
"Do you take him to be your ..."

"I do."
Wipes a tear.

Happy tear.
They comment.

Gleefully celebrating the slaughter.
Whilst, Her family raises a toast.

To the man of the mark.
Pushing the lover into oblivion.

In a private limousine,
She sheds tears, silently.

***

Later at night.

She asks herself,
"Do I?"

As the man of the mark,
Marks her skin and soul.

With burns and wounds,
All of which she licks.

But they don't heal.
For the lover, she reminisces.

Matrimony is not bliss,
If not sealed with love.

Every night it dawns on her,
As the darkness lifts its veils.

She's another Cleopatra.
Lover, her Mark Anthony.