She's laughter that lingers like a hymn through the trees.
She's hands made of warmth and eyes full of peace.
With footsteps like verses, she rewrites the day.
Every glance she gives is a vow in its way.

And oh, when she smiles, the world bows its head.
Every worry falls silent. Every fear softly shed.
She's not just the moment, she's the hope I now hold.
She walks like a wish that's been kissed by the soul.

I watched her walk toward us in white and in blue.
And my heart made a promise right here in this room.
No riches, no crowns, just a name on my breath and a life to be written from this yes to our death.

When she smiles, even time takes a seat.
Every heartbeat align. Every silence feels sweet.
She's not just the moment. She's the sun's glow on the tide.
She walks like a wish. She is the bride.

The Bride...Little notes. 🖤