The Bride

I am sitting alone,
In my small room,
Looking at our wedding photographs.
And I wonder how long it takes
To appreciate someone.
You are so young in those photographs.
So beautiful.
In every picture you are shining
With the joy of the day.
Was I blind not to see
The radiant woman who was my wife?
Did some private torment eat out my heart?
And here I am in some
Strange country of separation,
A country I have wandered to over the years.
And in this foreign land,
My darling woman,
I am so sorry.
I am so sorry.

Tony Crisp

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