B

THE PRIME BRIDE

Like a silver she shines,
Comes a million she shuns.
With all efforts I made,
But resulted in futility.
Amidst the golden advice given,
And the plans orchestrated,
Her discision was immobile,
Not even to be changed by her immediate.
Sleepless nights I had,
Reminiscing about her pride,
But sometimes burst into laughter,
Because her future awaits me.