SELMA KOPIC

Your bride

I wanted to tell you yes,

to approach you in a white dress

with the footsteps of a frightened deer,

to throw a bouquet in the air

and call myself yours

for the rest of our lives.

Only your hand could lead me

happily to heaven.

But the white dress for me

was never tailored

nor did your ring

adorn my hand.

All of this is really

just in my girlhood dream.

The waves of life

took us to different sides.

Still, I am happy

when I see happy brides.

For me, their happiness is a sign

that happiness exists,

but not to shed a tear,

I find it hard to resist.