To the Glory of Her Love

That endured all those lonely nights, all those dinners with couples, all our match-making fights, all the epidemic "move on" rituals of the century, all those mornings in the big trench of "him"less absence, all oblivion and all haunting memories..
To the glory of her unique love !.

And to the snow-white day she was dreaming of him, as white as her bride costume now..

And I am so glad I was wrong on waiting.

For the man has been her dream and not a home.