The bouquet in my hand is so fragrant and grand,
Its delicate blossoms perfume the air,
“We are gathered together,” the preacher begins,
and I gaze at your form standing tall and so steady.
Your eyes are so tender, they reach to my soul,
and lips that speak volumes with words and with touch.
Your ears are extended, but listen they do
to all my heart’s sorrows and small tribulations.
Those hands are to gentle, caress me they do,
but strong when needed for mending our home.
They reach for my own, whenever we roam
letting the world see I’m yours for all time.
Our love is an ember that warms through the night,
steady and lasting and safe.
Not like a bright flash of fiery flame, that burns
itself out and all in its wake.
Your shoulders are steady and firm in your stance,
a perfect support for my head,
while swaying to music, or calming my fears,
or lying together in bed.
Your eyes catch my gazing, a sweet smile awakens,
as my best friend you know all I’m thinking.
The pastor requests the bride clad in white,
“Do you agree to be this man’s wife?”
She answers, “I do,” and I echo too,
“I have and I will for the rest of my life.”
An Ordinary Woman 