A silent song within her measured tread.
The sunbeams catch the silver and the light
That weaves a halo round her bended head.
Her veil is like a cloud of falling mist,
That hides and holds the joy within her eyes;
A beauty that the morning stars have kissed,
And borrowed from the calm of summer skies.
It is not gold that makes her presence shine,
Nor jewels bright that deck her slender hand,
But rather something ancient and divine,
A grace the heart alone can understand.
The world falls back and leaves her standing there,
The answer to a lifetime’s quiet prayer.
The Tapestry of Grace
This sonnet focuses on the bride's presence as a masterpiece of both time and emotion, blending the physical elegance of her attire with the radiant joy of the moment.
A tapestry of lace and fine-spun thread,
She stands as one whom time cannot erase.
With every gentle word that she has said,
A soft reflection glows upon her face.
Her laughter is a chime of crystal bells,
A melody that lingers in the air;
The story that her radiant spirit tells
Is one of love beyond all mortal care.
Like dawn that breaks across a sleeping sea,
She wakes the soul to wonder and to light.
The bride, in all her quiet majesty,
Is hope made visible and beauty bright.
Though all the stars should vanish from the sky,
Her inner light would never, ever die.
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