Somber as black and pure as white,
two are one at the end of the night
The isle is walked, vows are said,
tears are dripping from everyone's head
Lace is delicate as the wind,
flowing effortlessly over her skin
He grazes her like a blooming field,
admires all that she has to yield,
but hidden behind that veil she wears
is something he cannot seem to bear
The face revealed is not the same
as the one he seems to claim
to love as long as he may breathe
and love even more while six feet deep
The face he sees is one obscured
by premonitions he's once heard
He turns to the left to walk alone,
the isle that's meant for two to roam;

He journeys on his own to realize what just occurred:
he flipped the veil to witness his face plastered onto hers