She steps where petals greet the mossy ground,
A living breath of nature’s sweet design.
In air with sandalwood and jasmine crowned,
She makes the wild, untamed beauty align.
Her dress a cascade of embroidered bloom,
With vines of subtle green on ivory hue,
Dispelling all the ceremony's quiet gloom,
And painting every vista fresh and new.
No architect could plan a fairer sight
Than how the natural light adorns her hair;
A walking symphony of pure delight,
The gentle answer to the whispered prayer.
A bloom that opens only for his gaze,
The brilliant center of these sunlit days.
The Quiet Oath
The world around them fades to shades of sage,
A conscious choice of earth and honest tone.
She turns the first leaf of a silent page,
To build a world where she is truly known.
Her presence is a scent of ancient wood,
Of quiet forests where the secrets keep.
She stands exactly where she always stood,
Beside the promises that run so deep.
The linen texture and the soft champagne,
Reflect a love that’s grounded and secure;
Through every sun-filled moment, wind, and rain,
Her quiet, constant spirit will endure.
With simple elegance, the oath is made,
A future built in beauty that won't fade.
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