The gown a virgin bride would wear,
A garment lily-white and fair
That's most exquisitely designed
of finest cloth that man can find.
A haute couturial masterpiece,
The most capricious bride to please.
But nuptial bliss comes at a price –
Thy maidenhood to sacrifice.
And now, allow me to digress,
To tell about my lady's dress
A dress that’s plain and practical
Not made for public spectacle
And though I would not dare compare
It with the dress a bride would wear,
I've seen it's powers to adorn,
greatly improved when by her worn!
Purity that's from her heart
to it the colour white impart.
And as she walks, no glides, along,
Her very gait a soundless song,
What would have been a formless thing
Now flows around her curves to bring
An image, as I this regard,
of cloth draped o'er a sculptors art.
Who would have thought one so petite
Would have so many at her feet?
The soldier brave, the learned sage,
Become mere fools her to engage.
This simple dress I’ve seen her wear
On her is like a sword that tears
My heart into a thousand pieces
While I bestow her feet with kisses.
But oh, my lady, there’ll come a day
That thy the words “I do” will say;
Then I the conqueror will be -
Thy maidenhead - my bounty!
A garment lily-white and fair
That's most exquisitely designed
of finest cloth that man can find.
A haute couturial masterpiece,
The most capricious bride to please.
But nuptial bliss comes at a price –
Thy maidenhood to sacrifice.
And now, allow me to digress,
To tell about my lady's dress
A dress that’s plain and practical
Not made for public spectacle
And though I would not dare compare
It with the dress a bride would wear,
I've seen it's powers to adorn,
greatly improved when by her worn!
Purity that's from her heart
to it the colour white impart.
And as she walks, no glides, along,
Her very gait a soundless song,
What would have been a formless thing
Now flows around her curves to bring
An image, as I this regard,
of cloth draped o'er a sculptors art.
Who would have thought one so petite
Would have so many at her feet?
The soldier brave, the learned sage,
Become mere fools her to engage.
This simple dress I’ve seen her wear
On her is like a sword that tears
My heart into a thousand pieces
While I bestow her feet with kisses.
But oh, my lady, there’ll come a day
That thy the words “I do” will say;
Then I the conqueror will be -
Thy maidenhead - my bounty!
Author notes
My first try after I had a bit of writer's block. To some this might sound cheesy but I try to copy the Victorian style of writing - I do it as a hobby. And because the best poems ever written hail from those days. Please enjoy it!
Written January 23rd, 2004
A contest entry
- Wedding Bells by Ladybug.
300 points, ended May 22, 2004, 9 entries
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it does sound Victorian in charm and lace
thanks for your entry -
Execllent!
Great Poem! Your a master at the rhymeing - rhytmic poems. This will be one of my favorites. -
Oh this is so pretty. I love your style and the way you explain everything my favorite verse is probly the first verse. The very first line made me feel happy that at least a few people still want virgin brides I am going to add you to my favorites if you dont mind.
thanks for taking the time to write this unique and wonderful poem -
Excellent
brad-the-bard...This poem reminds me of the movie I once saw, "The Lady In White." It was about a ghost that appears to a little boy telling of how she was murdered and leading him to uncover the events that surrounded her murder. But what I like about this is the simple tale of that simple white dress which adorns the figure of a lady that you love or have loved. Well-written. Thanks for making a comment on my poem. "For Love Of Zorro." **Ivy Rose
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Wow, such a beautiful poet. I think I amy become attached. This was beautiful and romantic. Wow
Hugs and bites, Lady Raven -
reminds me of donne. great word control/ if it were soccer i'd compare you to ronaldo. or even pele.
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Beautiful images comes to mind when reading your poem. The stye and wording is wonderful, a great poem.
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Nice! I liked how the vocabulary added to the description. I don't see many modern sonnets, which this poem sounds like and I'm assuming you were going for. Either way, nice wording
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A beautiful flow, and a wonderful message. I enjoyed this immensly, and read with great delight. Too bad more men don't look for this kind of a wedding dress on their prospective mates. Very well done, Brad.
Best wishes,
Hoosier writer & poet,
Moses L. Hochstetler -
a very nice I loved it keep up good work
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