The morning breaks in hues of softest gold,
To greet the queen who walks in lace and light.
A story that the ancient stars have told,
Now blooms before our very mortal sight.
Her veil, a mist that guards a sacred face,
Her eyes, the depths where quiet rivers run;
She moves with such a calm and steady grace,
She outshines every beam of rising sun.
No jewel mined from earth’s most hidden vein,
Can match the brilliance of her sudden smile,
Which heals the heart and eases every pain,
And makes the weary world seem worth the while.
Today she stands, a vision pure and true,
To start a life of love entirely new.
The Altar’s Light
Upon this day of vows and silver bells,
She stands in silk as white as mountain snow.
A beauty that all common speech excels,
And sets the coldest, wintered heart aglow.
Her hand, a bird that finds at last its nest,
Her voice, a melody of promised truth;
In this one hour, we see a life truly blessed,
The crowning glory of her vibrant youth.
Let time stand still and hold its fleeting breath,
To capture every detail of this scene,
A bond that honors life and conquers death,
With every step of this, our radiant queen.
For in her gaze, a golden future lies,
Reflected in the light of loving eyes.
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