Their love ended before it could start.

"There's nothing we could do", the bridesmaid told him later,
"she was dancing barefooted, and got bitten by a snake,"

"But I loved her so," the groom started to slutter,
"she was all and well-suited, not a sound of laughter did she fail to make,"

"A pity isn't that so," the father started out awkward in conversation,
"she was ready to be yours in hand, not a doubt clouded her pure state of mind,"

"If only she could do more than just sew," the mother sobbed in devastation,
"she could have been more than just your girlfriend, not a stab of uncertainty I can find,"

"Oh angels guide our dear soul back home," the pastor spoke in great tones,
"she can rest in your sight and blessings, not a step taken in regret,"

"Now my job is done for some," Death spoke in his harsh tones,
"she will now follow the voice of her willing, not a memory created will she forget."