Their garments' rhythm
In the song's soft caresses
There is a language sweet
In the eyes of the lovers,
A tale so tender
A vow sealed in silence,
A promise without end
Like winds swaying the forest
Their feet weave graceful art
Each step a whispered sonnet,
A tapestry of the heart
Oh, the beauty of courtship
In this wedding's embrace
A story, a symphony
Of love, eternal grace