Poetry Corner
by Lawrence Spiro

June is the traditional bridal month.  It is Spring at its best.   The sun, not to hot, shines on love and peace between our hopeful couple.    This poem is written in an “ottava Rima” format.  There is no better way to express the highest point of love then in this Italian form of poetry.  If you have any comments or poems please email  me: larryspiro@aol.com.   Include permission to publish if you are so inclined.

Bride     by Lawrence Spiro

Love lays bare her gallant heart to him.
He approaches carefully and touches her.
Together now and forever in light or dim.
Quondam visions yield to her beauty pure,
waifing warmly past over ageless streams.
Two to be one under G-d  each demur.
This moment  is the beginning to her dreams.
They proceed together, all is as it seems.

He looks up to her, he echoes his plea.
His time moves instantly from March to Spring
yearning that she will set his heart free.
Nestled in his hand is love’s eternal ring
as rose petals glisten for the dancing bee.
She answers the question to all these things
with hand extended, excited   for this,
she cries yes.  He laughs, they embrace and kiss.

Yes, yes united in words worth singing
his heart quickens, he trembles with joy.
She smiles musing of this new beginning
Knowing now stands a man once a boy.
Taken, He has no thoughts of speaking
about summer then fall leaving dour.
She was taught about all the seasons
all the promises and all the reasons.

If you have any comments or poems, email me at larryspiro@aol.com. Include permission to publish if you are so inclined.