The sacred bond of two souls.

Wreath of flowers upon her flowing hair—

She blossoms, and he is the reason.

A veil, threaded through ringlet strands,

Drops gently over her beautiful face.

Kept for her groom, she lets him chase her eyes.

Dreamily flaring white lacy dress,

Cradles her form, caresses floret petals

Scattered on the green grass below.

Such perfect silhouette she is of a bride,

Such perfect morning this is of their life.

Bouquet of roses in her hands—

A portrait of loyalty, purity, and innocence.

Her arm entwines not another.

An absence of father tugs at his heart.

But their eyes meet and twinkle—she smiles—

For he sees through her heart, as she through his.

Her heart carries the loved ones.

And her loving smile is all he has.

Still, he waits and believes—forevermore.

She comes, a breath away, drifting through fear—

Before him now, he ever dreamed Of,

Everything he ever wished for.

Catching Breath—she's stunning, glorious.

Glow of the morning sun paints her golden.

Barefoot, she steps forward—

One with the nature, closer to a divine bond.

Sunlight filters through the floral arch.

Heaven illuminates the shower of blessings.

Splendor of the sky whispers the purity of this bond.

Dances the winds like fairies, weaving tales,

Securing souls in this winter-warmed marriage.

Promises of forever—pleasures of forest,

Beauty of wild meadows—showers of rain,

The thirst of deserts—depths of the ocean.

Though afraid, she unfurls her bud,

Holding his heart, she offers hers to him.

She knows the eyes that speak to her soul.

Her own soften—she is the strongest.

Yet she never turns, fragile heart of his away.

In his hands meant for her, she rests her ever being.

Intertwined hands, intertwined souls.

She stands by him, and shall saunter along.

Never alone—for they are the mirrors of each other.

Watery eyes, trembling mouths, whispers of I love yous.

Mellifluous birdsong echoes above.

The summoned visitors are the angels.

The flute of the wood thrush, sways of the trees—

Their breathing in rhythm with the nature,

Heartbeats in harmony, blurring the earth.

They shall not waver—for love conquers.

He loves her presence, her heart,

He loves her soul, her mind—

And she knows, as she does him.

Senses draw near—she wouldn't wish

For anything else but to be one with him.

He lifts her veil, follows her quivering lips.

She stifles a giggle—his eyes say everything.

She squeezes their entangled hands—

Silent assurances that she's forever his.

The priest begins the divine vow:

Rhett vows,

"I, Rhett Lei, take you, Neva Evara Noe, as my wife—"

And Neva vows,

"I, Neva Evara Noe, take you, Rhett Lei, as my husband—"

Mystical words float in the air...

"To have and to hold, from this day forward,

For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer,

In sickness and in health,

To love and to cherish, till death do us part—

On the authority of God's sacred right,

And this is my solemn vow."

"I do." He whispers, his eyes glisten with a reflection she's never seen.

"I do." She whispers, sweet words—he never imagined they could taste this beautiful.

Sprinklings of flower petals.

Blessings from Heaven.

Memories swirling like a living picture.

On such dawn of autumn they came together.

Of all the tranquiled little whiles they shared,

Of all the brave storms they've faced.

Deep is their love. Brittle, the world.

But they stand here, blessed, loved.

In silence, they grow—

Sturdy against cruelty, softer for the soul.

Marriage—the sacred bond of two souls.

Space shall remain in togetherness.

For it takes two to marry, but three to remain so.

The Lord bestows favor, protection, and love

upon eternal souls in mortal shells.

Death for a little while—shall part.

For as they ascend up to Heaven,

They shall stand in His presence—

With their halves, eternally blessed and whole.

Let the world witness the beauty of marriage—

The sacred promise of togetherness.

So they shall know how love mends the tattered,

And nourishes the eternal soul with living water.

Wedding bands upon their hands—

Rhett slides hers onto her fair fourth finger:

A ring carved with flowers in gold.

She glides one onto his—

A golden band etched in vines and leaves.

"You may kiss the bride," the priest declares.

But Rhett is already moving—

Drawing Neva close by the waist,

Emracing his other half with saccharine joy.

He hovers just before her lips,

His breath brushing hers.

She smiles against his lips,

And within a swirl of breeze,

Rhett devours his bride—

Neva's saccharine lips...