An Opening

When tears flew on my face,

I sobbed and cried everyplace.

When I smiled and laughed,

people stared and gawked.

But when it came to a big decision,

I had to accept with no permission.

So when my face had a white veil,

he himself was very pale.

When his eyes met mine,

I was sure I didn't feel fine.

And when he touched my hand,

his hands were cold not hot like sand.

Ever since then my life has been a twist,

acting like a slave in silver mist.

Everyday and every night,

my neck had blue love bites.