but on that morn no happy birds did sing.
His awkward kiss grazing her fast-turned cheek,
the justice of the peace smiled: two such geeks!
Babes in the wood, unaware and sorely bound,
a small cafe, for their wedding repast was found.
Thus the beginning, which did not bode well.
The toad did not transform; she heard the tolling bell.
When it came to the intricate game of life and love,
it seemed she was a solitary dove.
Marry in haste, so many years to rue.
He built the cage from which she finally flew.
They came apart: the years ahead too bleak.
She waved farewell; he kissed her fast-turned cheek.
a response to Shakespeare's "Sonnet 116": what happens when there is not a marriage of true minds, for Susan's Midweek Motif prompt at Poets United: Marriage