Intimate

The fingers intertwined
with love as the hold.
As he slipped the ring around her finger,
her eyes grew wide with knowledge.

This wouldn't last.
He wasn't faithful.
The girl in the third row?
No, the maid of honor.
That's his lover.

Those doting eyes
and that glistening smile.
Both showed signs
of a devil in disguise.

The maid of honor had a look of superiority.
A smug on her face.
She knew she'd betray her best friend
and that didn't matter.
As long as she got her prize.

She tilted her head with an oh so soft smile.
Whispered into his ear, "I know you're a liar."
Turning to the audience, she shouted her cry:
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this man is a liar. That woman is a tramp. They shall be joined today."

And with that,
the curtain closed.