Withering Wives

Beauty can bounce down the isle
Sweetness to proclaim
A woman is known by her style
Practicing what only she can preform
 
Sacred is the marriage bed
Satin covers rich with scent
Secrets hidden in her head
Its not her whispers that tempt
 
Like a flower in full bloom
Planted in plush praise
Her glow can fill any room
Set in the stone of a promise
 
Eyes wonder with dreams
Stalking for what can never be
Seeking to steal what seems
A lovely maiden so care free
 
Stolen waters may seem sweet
As stolen bread a lovers choice
Like chaff goes before the wheat
Death take joy out of charm
 
The woman stolen from home
May last a lifetime
Lingering beauty in roam
Payments due the life line
 
Romance can be found under any skies
The shadows seen in the shady carriage
Are nothing more then withering wives
But flowers are  they in the perfect marriage