She bought a dress.
It was the green of his eyes.
Deep and wild and wonderful.
He bought a tux,
Spent every second he waited,
Pulling at the cuffs.
She came down the stairs,
Blinking at the camera flashes,
Of her pleased and proud mother.
He gave her a yellow rose.
These are the perfect moments,
From where the sorrow grows.
Three years later,
She buys another
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