“Bond of marriage”

Two hands entwined, a silver thread  
That ties from heart to heart, and said  
In quiet vows beneath the sun,  
The journey shared has just begun.  

A whispered “yes,” the promise made,  
As lace and laughter softly braid  
Through petals bright and hopeful tears—  
A tapestry of coming years.  

Through seasons vast—both calm and wild—  
The dance is learned, sometimes beguiled  
By storm or silence, gentle grace,  
Each wrinkle mapped upon a face.  

Not gilded ring, nor time’s command,  
But daily kindness, close at hand,  
The patience in the morning light,  
Forgiveness spun from smallest slight.  

It’s breakfast shared, the evening stroll,  
A resting place for weary soul,  
The woven quilt of trust and truth,  
The wisdom earned, the echoed youth.  

So grows the bond—a living thing—  
In laughter quick, in sorrow’s sting,  
Not always perfect, always strong,  
A place where both of us belong.

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