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.