Creative Juices: The Bride

A poem by Rafael Baez

Rafael Baez, Senior Multimedia major

The gods have seen fit to fill with torment
a heart already filled with great sorrow.
Your heart beats still, living in the moment,
it waits for a bittersweet tomorrow.

My tears fall freely, fully flowing,
for you have not stayed your hand this fall day.
Yet I can’t blame you for never knowing
that wonderful love was headed your way.

I would take your pain and fetter it shut,
I beg you to please spare your sacred life.
Our future doesn’t need to hurt or cut,
so please, set aside the familiar knife.

Because even now, in your red-stained dress,
You remain, as ever, my heart’s princess.