Perfect love

 
A story unfolds before our eyes as
a groom selects his bride from many.
He adorns her with pearls, onyx and beryl
and his greatest treasure...
His love.

All is sailing smoothly as
Lovers dance in evening cool to heart's tunes
Till the bride hears another song and
Waltz into the hand of a stranger,
Captive now she screams but it's too late.

She becomes a shadow of her former self
Her beauty gone and
Her hope drowned in the sea of condemnation
She accepts the darkness she could only see
Unworthy to be loved again.

She builds up walls to shut out the sun and
Counts herself unworthy of freedom
She prostitutes herself under every tree
and acts tough for all to see
But she was empty.

Though she pushes him away a thousand times and one
and prostitutes herself under every tree
Though she builds walls to shut out the sun
and loves the darkness than her freedom
It didn't matter to him.

For he counts her worthy of his love and life,
The unfaithful bride sees her groom coming
She expects a flogging
But he comes running and with a hugging tells her
"You are forever mine".