Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Bridal Jitters

I do feel an impending doom.

This bride to be about to take

A last single walk to the groom.

I watch my bridal bouquet shake.

I dreamed this wedding all my life.

I found my love beyond my hope.

But now my stomach churns in strife.

I feel a yearning to elope,

To wish the two of us away,

An escape, something to borrow,

And just not get married today.

Maybe tie the knot tomorrow? ...

Breath held, my face must be turned blue.

But then at last I gasp, "I do!"