There are no flowers,
In her hair,
That day,
Not a single rose,
In that long,
Blonde hair,
Of hers,
The only roses,
Are the ones,
That are by her side,
As she sits,
In her white dress,
Savouring,
The moment,
Her mum,
Smiling now,
Looking at her daughter,
With fondness,
It was time to leave,
As the wedding car,
Had now arrived,
The bride,
Picked up,
Her red and white roses,
And carried,
Them with excitement,
And nervousness,
The bride,
Leaves her family home,
Behind,
And left for the church,
She grasps her roses,
Smiling,
As they comfort her,
With their gentle aroma,
They comfort her,
On her journey,
Now those roses,
Take her into the church,
And to the end of the aisle,
Where they are now given,
To one of the bridesmaids,
Until the end,
Of the ceremony,
The bride and groom,
Exit,
With the roses in tow,
A few last photos are taken,
With the bride,
Posing with her roses,
And her husband,
Now,
They are thrown,
To some unsuspecting,
Person,
Who catches them,
And now those same roses,
Will be in their grasp,
Until they wither
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