The Returning Bride

Every dawn, your memory echoes in my mind, 

Awakening with the symphony of our love entwined. 

As I ponder your love notes, penned just for me, 

My heart swells with a fervent passion, wild and free.

“I love you!” you declared amidst scorn and shame, 

Enduring trials, a relentless love aflame. 

A radiant smile graced your face, undeterred, 

Through the trials endured, your love never blurred.

In your gaze, dreams of shared tomorrows gleamed, 

Rewards envisioned, a vision brightly dreamed. 

With a smile aimed at me, you found delight, 

In thoughts of us, you concluded, “It’s worth the fight.”

“Wait for me,” a simple plea you uttered, 

“I will return, the wait won’t be cluttered.” 

Yet impatience crept into my yearning heart, 

Long nights, craving your touch, tearing apart.

In need of solace, comfort, and your embrace, 

I sought elsewhere, entangled in a false embrace. 

Deceived by promises, a treacherous lover’s vow, 

I dismantled our bed, seeking solace here and now.

Deception reigned, and illusions crumbled, 

A thief, a deceiver, my world tumbled. 

He spoke ill of you, painted lies with art, 

A destroyer of dreams, he broke my heart.

It wasn’t worth the pain, the deceit, the fall, 

Fooled and broken, I longed to heed your call. 

Ashamed to return, fearing your disdain, 

A chance encounter sparked hope again.

Your friend, a guide by the stream, 

Shared your relentless pursuit, a love supreme. 

Letters penned through years, a testament true, 

A vision board adorned with images of us two.

I’m back, abandoning my water pot in the mud, 

Inconsolable, yearning for your love, like a flood. 

You were my first love, my guiding light, 

I’m back, no longer naïve, ready for the fight.

Facing him, I severed the deceitful tie, 

Telling him it’s over, bidding him goodbye. 

Shocked, he questioned the source of the truth, 

Oh, my love, it was your friend, a voice uncouth.

My first love, my anchor, my truest friend, 

I’m back, the returning bride, ready to mend. 

In your arms, I long to find reprieve, 

To rediscover the love we once believed.

Your scent, your kisses, your tender touch, 

Memories of our love, I’ve missed so much. 

In my thoughts, you’re the one I pursue, 

Yes, you, my love, my anchor, my true.