Bride of Mine

A Slightly Cynical Poem

W.R. Murphy
When we were young she'd ask me
"Am I beautiful?"
And white lies sprang like lilies to my lips

A little older and she'd say,
"Do you love me still?"
And habit would hold eloquence for feelings long since forced

Now, advanced in age, she asks
"Have the years been kind to me?"
And I can feel my tongue is chafing 'neath the constant pressure of my teeth
My tone falters, and the first dark note of incredulity spreads across her face
Farewell my bride, adieu

Published by W.R. Murphy

I know a fair amount about music - performing, recording, and just listening. I read Ancient Greek and Latin pretty well, and generally appreciate things that have been around forever, like ruins, old saying...  View profile

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  • ALBAN MEHLING9/26/2007

    Your love shows throgh. Thank You fer sharin', ;-}}>

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