(I thought it would be best to describe the scenario here, the poem was to be recited by a good friend of the bride and groom, who happens to be a songwriter. They asked him/ her [I'll leave that to your discretion] to write the song from the wedding. The song ends and the two are married, the songwriter thought initially that nothing could drive them apart, but, as is evident, this is a poem written in retrospect and something goes wrong, as is hinted, not so subtlely, in the end verse.)

 

I recorded the feature song of the wedding day,

The D major rang out for a bar,

G major,

E minor,

And that's about as far,

As far as I got.

 

Then it came to the loop, the repeat,

The playing of a mere three chords,

The verse,

Prechorus,

Then came the chorus,

Singing:

 

"I swear it now,

With all the sincerity of my heart,

Whatever ghosts come between,

Nothing will part you and me,

In sickness and in health,

In poverty or wealth,

I swear to live out these vows,

'Till death do we part"  

 

The melody rang through the ceremonial hall,

Tears of elation dripping down,

Women,

Men,

And children around,

A sudden quiet.

 

The music stopped,

They said their vows,

Bride,

Groom,

Nothing could touch them now,

Or so I thought...