Crystalline Perfection

She stands at the end of the aisle,

Clothed in white gossamer, the woman I love.

My angel, porcelain skin pure as snow.

There she stands, perfect dove.

But I am not the man who waits for her.

She shall not be my wonderful bride.

I watch from the shadows, tear-filled eyes, as she marries another.

The crystalline perfection shall never be mine.

It cannot be so, though our hearts are twined.

We are from two different worlds, two different lives.

A laced veil covers her graceful cheeks,

That in my heart I wish were laced as well, after we filled each other with lies.

But also in my thumping chest,

I wish her not to shed a tear.

For I cannot stand to see her upset,

Though I’ll never hold her near.

I confessed with loud voice,

Sang joyous song!

Yet it could not be,

No matter how either of us would long.

She would not voice her returned affection,

She told me the hurt would be too great.

But I could see in her pale blue eyes

The love that made her my soulmate.

Love profound, calm my heart!

Let me know she may be well.

Yet my woeful heart suffers all the while,

With love I can no longer tell.