She trailed her hand in tepid water

As the steamer cruised through glass,

Knowing that she’d long remember

Days like this that capture summer

In her sepia tones.

Her creamy dress reminded her

That wedding bells had rung that day

And now the party had moved on

But she just wished to disappear

And so she dived amid the gasps

Of guests so horrified that brides could do

Such unthoughtful acts of disrespect.

But this was not an act of hate, but love,

Her beauty caught as paddles churned away,

Her dress and hair all fanning out

To make her seem so ethereal,

A perfect image for her groom

Before she went away.