La Marcha Nupcial (part. Carlos Dante)

I saw you leave the chapel
With your shiny new husband
Wrapped in the chords
Of the wedding march

A glow of happiness
Lit up your face
You walked like a queen
With grace in your stride
Around me, people
Were commenting on your beauty
I felt my wounded heart
Quiver with emotion
My head was spinning
And it was the anguish of my heart

Sweet time
That’s just out of reach
So many dreams
So many vows
Your words, your laughter, your scent
Castles of hope
Swept away by the wind

I was a poor dreamer
Drunk on the moon
I couldn’t offer you
Anything but my tenderness
You weighed your beauty
Against the other guy’s cash
And his money
Weighed more

In secret tears
My reproaches drowned
Listening to the tribute
Of the wedding march

I watched your car drive away
As it disappeared into the night
And I fled
With my deep, aching loneliness

The echo of the march
Dug deep into my soul
And that night
A feverish night of obsession
Only with the rhythm of a dirge
Over the corpse of my dreams