Bride to Be (part seven)

Posted by ractrose on 11 Nov 2019 in Art, Poems

    Bride to Be (part seven)   If he would be there to meet me I would risk the chase My father in that fretful time keeping me guarded close Such of quandary was my trial, to love and doubt (and that I must, that he was not soft and pious, made me proud) […]