He had an intense and direct look,

Manicured fingers and congenital sarcasm,

Thin lips, harmonious outline

Of perfect white teeth.

Few words, polish in his manners,

A slight French intonation and self-control.

The rendezvous became assiduous and frequent,

In the oddest places and hours.

That intriguing man held the reins

With peculiar skill.

Few preambles when he asked me:

“Would you marry me?”, he was honest and self-confident.

I remember my wedding day,

My white silk and organdie dress,

Orange blossoms around the altar,

I devotedly waited for my spouse.

The church was crowded with people bored

For the endless wait.

Behind my back yawns and remarks

And not even the farthest shadow of him.

Few preambles when he asked me:

“Would you marry me?”, he was honest and self-confident.

I remember my wedding day,

My white silk and organdie dress,

No impatient bridegrooms at the altar,

Only a priest showing huge embarrassment.

I remember my wedding day,

My white silk and organdie dress,

No impatient bridegrooms at the altar,

Only a priest showing huge embarrassment.

I remember my wedding day,

My white silk and organdie dress,

No wedding marches,

Only my silent requiem

And immense condolence.

One look from him and I fell under his spell

His manicured fingers moved like a magician's,

His lips in proportion to the pearly-white,

Dazzling perfection of his irresistible smile.

With great expertise, never wasting a word,

I gave in to his charm and persuasion as he sweet talked to me.

We started to meet and date fast and furiously
In all the unusual places we could think of.

My artful young man had endless resources
Pulling the strings that seduced me.

No hesitation when he asked me sincerely

"Come on let's get married": he was a master of self-assured ease.

Wedding day memories come back to remind me,

A veil of white lace trailing softly behind me,

Something borrowed'n'blue, something old'n'new

As I waited devoutly from the groom to appear.

Crammed in their pews the guests growing restless

Restraining their pent-up hysteria.
The minutes ticked by with relentless precision,

So where on earth was my husband to be?

No hesitation when he asked me sincerely

"Come on let's get married": he was a master of self-assured ease.

Wedding day memories come back to remind me,

A veil of white lace trailing softly behind me,

No nervous bridegroom in manly composure,

Only the priest in conspicuous embarrassment.

Wedding day memories come back to remind me,

A veil of white lace trailing softly behind me,

No nervous bridegroom in manly composure,

Only the priest in conspicuous embarrassment.

Wedding day memories come back to remind me,

A veil of white lace trailing softly behind me,

No wedding march to walk down the aisle with,

Just the dull dirge of my

Inconsolable grieving.