A Special Wedding Poem

A special poem of a bride on a most special day.

a bride with a white dress and white veil sitting down on a chair with flowers in hand as she anticipates a walk down the aisle

The Bride’s Heart

Her heart beat a rhythm the room could not hear,
a tender drum of promise, steady and near.
In her eyes, a glimmer — not diamonds, but light,
born of the knowing that love made this right.

Her hands, they moved gently, folding, then free,
resting on fabric, smoothing quietly.
A flutter, a pause, then a stillness so sweet,
each gesture a whisper: forever, complete.

No crown could outshine what her spirit displayed,
no jewel could surpass the calm she portrayed.
For her beauty was more than a gown or a part —
it was the music of joy in her heart.

-Quinnie