You must have looked so elegant in white, with flowers in your stride.
Hair braided, sneers can’t hide you, bathed in light, all qualms aside,
You tread so unassumingly and softly; it’s your right.
The flash that broke
The darkness of
What happened next, the birth, the death?
I see you sitting there, exultant, no sins yet to hide.
I love you, pity you, and miss you, sweet child bride.