The priest walked behind the alter looking at me.

I felt warmth in my hand.Who was it?

I looked at her, with a smile on my face at who it was.

I saw her beautiful gown surrounding the mysterious girl

I supposedly desired.

My heart ran through its steps,

Sounding loud thumps sure enough to be heard by all.

Ceremonies never passed and went before in my world,

But this time, it did without hesitation.

My hands reached out to her veil to uncover the beauty

I was to behold.

I never remembered what I saw.

No, my mind was not empty.

No, my mind was not dumb.

No, I did not faint in the exitement of my discovery.

I saw her, but I didn't.

Who was she? Why is she here? Where did she come from?

How could this be? I asked myself.

I don't remember, for there was nothing to see.

She was only a doll of desire, 

Nothing more.

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Posted by rock2003 2008-01-02 22:21:37 .... I like the turn at "I saw her, but I didn't." I was waiting for this a little earlier on in the poem. I love the phrase "a doll of desire." + Report this comment
Posted by Egoist 2008-03-09 16:08:20 .... That would be something to laugh about in five years. What an awkward situation, at least she was pretty. What made you decide to write about this? + Report this comment
Posted by chaabuk 2008-08-13 13:08:15 Love This must have been written in a deep state of bliss. You must have been madly in love not to notice anything except her. True love does this. Enjoyed this poem immensely. + Report this comment

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