I can't think of a title, just read the short description

I don't remember the way the roses smelled
or the taste of the champaigne;
just the sly smile on the man
that stood outside in the rain.

I should've seen it coming
I was having too much fun.
But as the shot rang out,
the doves all flew
and the man went on the run

I don't remember most of the service
or the wedding colors;
However I do remeber the blood on the gown
that stained the groom's life forever