As he looks into the mirror someday,
He sees his past and remnants of sorrow; dismay.
Written on his face, clear as day,
Apprehension and words that no soul will say.
As he dons his tuxedo and grooms his hair,
He is reminded of how he always had her to do so.
But that was when she was still there.
Now, years passed since, but he still feels the blow.
He's fallen twice before.
He loves them still,
But they wanted him no more.
And left him without any will...
A guitar key chain clings tightly to his cellphone.
The last gift from his past lyrical lover.
A tiny fragment of his heart left beating still.
After they both told him "it's over".
He's still afraid to love,
Not willing to be hurt anymore.
But now he's to marry a dove.
And only she knows what's in store.
As the church bells ring,
And the choir begins to sing.
He hears an angel's warning,
And he sees the devil calling.
To cherish and to hold,
To protect and to love.
She would be the third girl he told,
That he would love from Sea to heaven above.
There she stands at the altar,
With face veiled and hands shaking nervously.
Surely neither will falter.
But neither him nor I am sure of who 'she' will be...
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