This Shakespearean-style sonnet captures the transformative moment a bride enters the room, likening her radiance to a celestial dawn that outshines the morning itself.
The heavy doors swing wide to let her through,
As morning light steals softly cross the floor.
She wears a gown of silk and morning dew,
A vision none has ever seen before.
Her eyes hold secrets only love can tell,
Two quiet pools where silver spirits play,
And in her step, a rhythmic, holy spell
That turns the common world to gold today.
No pearl can match the luster of her skin,
No garden rose can boast so sweet a bloom;
The true and quiet grace that dwells within
Now fills the corners of this hallowed room.
O let the clock stand still and time be brief,
For she is joy that transcends every grief.
The Vow of Everlasting Bloom
This sonnet focuses on the timeless nature of a bride’s beauty, suggesting that while the wedding day is fleeting, the radiance of her spirit is an "ever-fixed mark."
She stands before the altar, bright and still,
A crown of blossoms nestled in her hair.
It is not merely lace or fine-spun quill
That makes the gazing crowd stop short and stare.
It is the light that burns behind the veil,
A flame of faith that flicker cannot tame,
The steady heart that will not ever fail,
And speaks in silence her beloved's name.
Though years may steal the color from the rose,
And winter winds may chill the summer air,
The beauty that this sacred moment shows
Is etched in stone and lived in every prayer.
The dress may fade, the flowers turn to dust,
But love remains her glory and her trust.
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