Our hearts met at dawn, held in holy halo.
Rising early for reverence.
We move as one in our praise.
Turn down the lights; this isn't a performance, but a whispered prayer.
He met me halfway, giving in equal measure.
Praying before hands ever touched, so softly.
Squeezing my hand, to love not possess,
Rubbing his fingers across my knuckles to ground me.
Me? I'm gentler now, before the day can weigh me,
I offer you sweetness, not disguise.
The softened step within my strength,
I come to you bearing soul this early morning.
Now? We pray.
A husband, a wife, a man, a woman.
Two kindred spirits,
ordained souls from the beginning of time.
Each lovingly crafted by the Potter's clever hand,
She aims to set fire,
Watch the arrow of love, finally land,
This is a tale of a unified couple, finally realized.
A small prayer, for God to bless and grant our supplication.
And eyes wide in wonder,
Truly, they both now understand Adams awe,
Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh, unified unit.