Summary

A heartbroken narrator recounts the painful discovery of his fiancée marrying another man for wealth, leading to a journey of grief, betrayal, and eventual acceptance.

Abstract

The narrative poem unfolds the story of a man who arrives at his beloved's home anticipating their future together, only to find a wedding in progress. He is devastated to see his intended bride, the woman he loves deeply, about to marry a wealthy Spanish man. The realization that she has chosen wealth over their love leads him through stages of shock, denial, and profound sorrow. As he grapples with the betrayal, he reflects on their shared past and the dreams they once nurtured. Ultimately, he comes to understand her decision as a pursuit of her own dreams of luxury and power, which she prioritized over their relationship. The poem concludes with the narrator resolving to move on from the heartbreak, embracing the possibility of finding true love elsewhere, and accepting that his former fiancée is now part of his past.

Opinions

The narrator initially believes in a shared, deep love with his future bride, indicating a strong sense of trust and commitment.
The presence of the Spanish bull in the narrator's dream symbolizes the intrusion of wealth and power that ultimately leads to the betrayal.
The woman's choice to marry for wealth rather than love is seen as a stain on their holy love and a betrayal of their shared dreams.
The narrator experiences a range of emotions including shock, grief, and anger, reflecting the depth of his emotional investment in the relationship.
The poem suggests that the woman may also be experiencing regret and guilt, as indicated by her tears and the later phone call where she reveals her new husband's abuse.
Despite the pain, the narrator decides to let go of the past and move forward, showing resilience and the desire to find genuine love.
The narrator's final decision to walk away from the phone call and not intervene in the woman's situation with her abusive husband indicates a decisive break from the past and a commitment to self-preservation and personal growth.

Spanish Bull Stole My Future Bride

No rhyme narrative poetry. This guy just found his woman was marrying another man just for a wealth!

That morning I made my way to your home… Though a bad dream of you the night before, I’m in my high trance! Thinking of you always floating me so blue I’m in love with you And I think as crazy as you love me too

It was still the same, but… A gate with Spanish curved frame greeted me…?! Beautifully decorated with love flowers And it has two love birds on the top! I gasped!

The heart asked, “Whose wedding?” Suddenly the night bad dream flashing me, You looked so dim and unreachable A red bull was between us!i You eyed me in pathetic… But when I talked to you, Your figure faded and then lost completely!

In the questionable strikes, in a slight suspicion, I stepped in the Spanish gate… A long path with red roses greeting me But it’s quite strange for me, The roses all had been crumpled…

And... It was not hugging, not longing and loving kisses, That the things I used to get from you… The cold wind rubbing my spine, Accompanied me along the crumpled roses path I wish I could reach the door fast, But it still too far, feeling so far away!

As the cold wind opened the door… Not hugging, not longing and loving kisses yet for me… Only strangers for my mind I was in heartbeats!

And when all of them unraveled… Finally, I found you… My beautiful white chamomile, My precious blue sapphire, My night moon, my future bride, Standing there for me to see… In an angel gown...

But you’re in someone’s hands! A stranger man, a well-groomed Spanish hunk And in disbelief but it happened, You’re standing side by side in the wedding altar!

That morning you’re like a fantasy Everything blurred like a fleeting dream A Spanish bull had stolen my night moon! In disbelief but it happened, I got the answer of “Whose wedding?” We met eye to eye…and sighed in union, But you looked so far… I saw tears and guilty there

That moment I felt dying! I was in the verge of the deep ravine That my heart was so broken! The tears fell unbearably

You’ve forgotten our promises, Without an invitation you choose to leave me! Without my decision, you take your fate! Without talking, you make me disappointed! Without feeling sin, you threw me to an anguish!

I don’t believe you have the heart! You betrayed this holy love! You stained our love, broke our dreams For the Spanish man, That would has given you pleasures and wealth!

That morning I made my way out of your home… The crumpled red roses path looked dark in my eyes The Spanish gate was like staring at me with triumph! My future bride has become someone else’s bride, I have no place in her heart anymore…

I shattered in a drunken evening, While the bull stole the moon, I sprawled in the darkest pain…! I was the loser who lost all dreams… I called you all night long, Asked you to come, but it’s just a waste You already kicked me so blindly…!

Someone else’s bride, Only the pain you have given me now… You’re not with me now! The things I’m craving this moment is You!

I was yelling in desperate… Don’t leave, please let me get you back! Tell me you don’t love him! Think of something we always had and dreaming Come back to me and forget about him!

…

Today as I was back home, I feel so lonely in disorient state Thinking of you made me feel so giddy And I’m too tired to think that it just happened to me I just want this is over and forgotten

This heartache still makes me want to cry, But instead of tears, even curses… I express it with a sigh… Craving that one day you’re just going to be a memory That I will remember just when I’m so alone …

Here in the loner room My brain is tracing where all these deception began And the many flashes of your history comes up I just remember this guy… The Spanish guy was the man in your past! Once I have found your childhood pic You with this Spanish boy were in the cold photograph

You once said to have family friend in the bull country You said they’re a wealthy and have power You have said also about a craving to live in a palace, With diamonds, praises and the immense prosperity And I can’t count how much you said that

So, I can really understand now You have pursued your dreams As you have given up with me I know you chose him not for love!

And I know you’re dying now! That morning I saw tears and guilty there So, the someone’s else bride, Enjoy your sin and guiltiness! The money and mighty can’t displace my holy love… I wish you enjoy the better life you always seek

Here in the loner room… I let the bad dream out of my brain, Fading it into dust And inhale the new spirit of vanity Hey woman, d’you see this? It’s only one night to get rid of the pain you made, Because I feel sure you’re dying without my love

I don’t have a reason to cry for you now It’s not a must for me to die? There is the big sea to dive There is still the lively reef to venture It’s enough for desolation! With courage, I’ll find my true love!

You’re not my future bride anymore You once promised me for eternity To forever abandon And it’s just fine! No pain anymore

I will say goodbye There is only illusion No more my beautiful white chamomile, No more my precious blue sapphire, No more my night moon, my future bride, Put to rest, in silver nothingness

No pain anymore This will be the last thought you hear from me A wilted flower on the table, a scarlet heart, In the end, you will become my empty memory Put to rest, in the everlife

This morning, I raised from my loner world, Walk to the door knob for new world, and… The phone ringing…?! From over the phone, a woman sounded hoarse, Trembled and let out an audible moan And she speaks feebly… “He hurt me all the night…”

The bull has enslaved my future bride…! Should I give in for the whimper…? No! I have my own life She is my yesterday now… She has been paying for her fate I let the phone frozen in the air, still with her moan Opening the door and walk away…

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