The story of 'her'

She was eighteen and wise, when we had first met. A sparkle in her eyes, and a bounce in her step. She was young at heart,
and overly keen.
She was ready to start.
on building her dreams.
She was looking ahead, to finding her Love, The one everlasting,
as it was said.
A loving wife she would be,
to her husband, as he, would make her complete.
And fullfill all her needs. Now the years had gone by,
and the sparkle had gone.
With her dreams now broken,
Her heart became frozen,
Her hands now lay slack,
on top of her lap.
As she sits and stares,
without looking back.