Arranged

Arranged Marriage

Surprised he looked with one raised brow.

Bring her to me, bring her right now.

A frighten look shown on her face.

He still held her in his embrace.

Futile to fight him, she sees now.

Softly she makes her solemn vow.

Alone they now lay face to face.

He whispers softly loves not a race.

Smiling he knows she is his frau.

Slowly she drifts off to sleep now.

Marriage by force that she must face.

But years brought him, her loving grace.

By Cyndi

Author's Note

Sometimes things aren't always as bad as they seem.