Alistair's POV
My mother shouted at Natalie
To continue marching.
This heat in the church
Was very much scorching
My skin.
As the pastor speaks,
I stared everywhere
Except on Natalie.
Ruth looked so lavish
In her mermaid styled dressed.
All black and wintery.
Like a goddess she sits
On her throne
Waiting for me to become her own.
When I heard Natalie said "I do."
I know I couldn't say "I do, too."
The pastor repeats the question again.
I wiped the sweat off my head.
After this I will have to face my mother.
Cause if not Ruth Ann,
I won't marry another!
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The Billionaire's Maid
Poetry~A love that'll never fade, though obstacles occur, for the billionaire's maid is quite obscure.~ Join Ruth in this romantic poetry, as she tries to make ends meet for her mother and climbs her way to take what's rightfully hers. Alistair. The man...
