




Here's that poem:
The day has finally arrived; the beautiful hour is upon us.
I am standing in a large auditorium waiting anxiously, before God and our friends, for your entrance.
I barely hear as the music changes and the crowd draws in their breath and stands.
As you enter, your beauty fills the room. My eyes are fixed upon you, as you begin to walk down the candlelit aisle.
Your face is glowing. It reminds me of a pulsating star in the night sky. You approach slowly. Your hair is put up to accentuate your neckline. It resembles priceless strands of silk.
The crown upon your head shimmers in the glowing light of the church. Upon your neck rests a golden chain lined with pure white pearls. The light dances off of them as if to announce your arrival.
As I stand in awe of you, my eyes begin to see more of your perfection.
The gown that you wear fits perfectly, as if a master seamstress had crafted it just for you. It flows to the ground, and your train glides across the floor as you continue to walk. MY QUEEN.
Next, I notice your hands. So gentle and soft, but with a power so strong they could probably lift the world, as they have lifted my heart.
You are almost beside me now. You smile. Your mouth declares your love without uttering a word.
As you take your position next to me, my attention is again drawn to the radiance of your face. The tenderness and love in your eyes almost cause me to break.
The next thing I remember is standing there with you. I am holding those hands and looking into those eyes as I say, "I do."
You are my Love, my Queen, my Bride, and my Wife.
I love you,
Tim
March 31, 2002
such wonderful and beautiful memories....congratulations!
ReplyDeleteAwwww... congrats!
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