Love and Death (For BookWorm’s contest)

  We took our wedding pictures
in the cemetery
in the company of headstones,
my bride stood comely
 a blanket of snow
held hostage the scenery
 but we danced,
to our laughter's
melody
Now, I stand reminiscing
about she and me
missing, 
the scent of her breath
the warmth of company
Till the painful cold,
forces my leaving
  though for her,
time stands still 
an angel
shimmering