She stands a pillar of refined design,
In "Basque-waist" silk that carves a regal line.
With "Neo-Deco" edges, sharp and fine,
Where strength and softer grace at last entwine.
Her "statement sleeves" like airy clouds take flight,
Then vanish for the dance and evening air;
A "sculptural silhouette" of woven light,
With "silver beading" caught within her hair.
No longer just a bride in traditional dress,
She moves a living "work of art" through space,
With "minimalist couture" and bold finesse,
Reflected in her calm and radiant face.
The aisle a runway where her spirit leads,
Through every vow her modern beauty pleads.
The Sensory Soul
The morning breathes a scent of "sandalwood,"
As "earthy tones" and "sage" adorn the hall.
She stands exactly where she always stood,
The heartbeat and the center of it all.
With "monochrome" of "buttery-toned" cream,
And "tactile fabrics" like a raw silk dream,
She glides through "layered lighting’s" golden beam,
Beside a "meandering, snake-shaped" stream.
Her "custom jewels" tell a family tale,
Of "vintage filigree" and "Art Deco" gold;
Beneath a "hand-stitched, personalized" veil,
A future of "quiet luxury" is told.
Through "immersive" air and "sensory" delight,
She shines the only star within our sight.
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