Behold, Thou Art Fair

 You will walk down the aisle, as a beautiful bride..

A sight to behold, into arms open wide.

The tears you have cried, fell in pots of pure gold..

As the scent of perfume, changed your weary old soul.


From before you were born, you were chosen by God..

To radiate the sun, as a treasure to afford.

Your gown of snow white, with a veil of pure silk..

Will sanctify


your splendor, like heaven's own milk.


Behold, thou art fair, oh beloved of the Lord..

With myrrh on your fingers, you are shadowed by a sword.

Rise up like roses, at the dawn of the day..

For the glory of your husband, will be your strength and your stay.


Into the closet and behind closed doors..

Your honeymoon will eclipse, as your intertwining soars..

A fountain of gardens, watered and free..

Will be your sapphire, for your eyes to see.


Look forth tomorrow, when you will both touch..

With feather-like droplets, where grace is so much.

Beauty as a rainbow, you will set as a seal..

For the presence of your flaming, will ever become real.



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