You're the bride I long for,
not in lace or veil,
but in the quiet way
your eyes understand silence.

You walk into a room,
and suddenly
I forget the years I spent
waiting for something unnamed.

The world doesn't turn faster
when you're near-
it simply becomes clearer,
less like noise,
more like meaning.

I don't need grand moments,
just the way your hand
knows mine,
as if it's always been
meant to rest there.

You're the vow
I never had to rehearse,
the answer
to the question I didn't know
I was asking.

And if there's a chapel,
it's made of mornings beside you,
of glances held too long,
of laughter that rebuilds
everything broken.

You're the bride I long for-
not just to stand beside,
but to build with,
to choose,
again and again.