I wore fine dress
for our wedding fest
with bright diamond
on top of my chest
soft plumps red trace
curled hair mouches no less
looked at the mirror
praying for the best
in lieu I saw a lady
covered in desired mess
with tears glistening on her face
and letter on her left
written by a man
who stole her grace
thought could be his daisy finest
in his mysterious maze
but he ran leaving no pace
torturing me with undying test
sure they said love was boundless
like the 20's enjoy their jazz
but not for me
the queen of unfinished lace.