She was a young girl
Just seventeen
In the prime
Of her innocence.
Dressed in her
Elegant white gown
With a long, flowing train,
Her long black mane
Flows down to the
Base of her spine,
She runs wildly
Toward the cliffs
Where she plans
To plunge to her death
In the sea
Because she gave
Her heart, soul and body
To a man
Who did not love her
He betrayed her
When he left her
All alone at the altar
On their wedding day.
Such crime is unforgivable;
The pain never ebbs
For she can never regain
Her innocence lost.