She walks down the isle
The black veiled bride
In desperate need
To hide something inside
She will not allow the groom
To look upon her face
She fears of no mercy; no grace
There's no way to count every tear shed
Never expresses it but conceals it instead
With the heart pounding nearly out of her chest
She can't help but long for death
Fear has grasped her soul
So many things unrevealed; untold
Her long awaited husband
Begins to remove her covering
This is it, the exposure of her suffering
Her eyes met his and she felt something inside
Through the amount of compassion in his eyes
"I love you anyways" was his very words
She could hardly believe that she rightly heard
That this man saw past it all
And still chose to love her

Oh the Romantic period
A truly amazing era in literature
To discover oneself
To love nature divine
To see everything as sublime
To wonder about the supernatural
To not care about all things factual

Stick and Stones may break bones
But words can ****
A stick might leave a scar
And a stone a bruise
But words can cut like a dagger in you
Speak positive! Speak life!

Today...
A Soul has died yet another is born
For every end a beginning is ready to soar
A season comes and fades away
Another springs forth to take the day
Somewhere out there someone is breathing their last
And another has not yet known a past

Why so downcast my child?
Has someone stolen your joy?
That look in your eyes breaks my heart
Your dreams have been destroyed

Don't worry for I am here
Look up to the heavens
Let me whisper something in your ear
My love for you is as strong as it could be
It's bigger and deeper than the sea

It's time for you to dream again It's time to dream
Go ahead and try it's not as hards as it seems
You may have been stripped of your childhood
You may have had to grow up to soon
But I will never leave nor forsake you

Its time to imagine the impossible
Come on now your unstoppable
Go ahead and reach for the high peak
I know that you can do it in a heartbeat

You dare to dream again
Surely this is not the end
But a new beginning
A time for singing
A time for joy

"There is pleasure in the pathless woods, a society where none intrudes..."
- Lord Byron (Ode to Ocean)