Lace Dreams

Waiting, Standing... When will this day be over? I wonder what will happen to me... Do I really love him? Will I be trapped forever by these dark, peering eyes. Maybe I should try to slip away to another place and another time. It is too late, I am his wife. I will live forever and dwell within the veil of this lace.

submitted by Tam
Virginia, USA
July 2001

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