My Bride

I made a vow under the moon's light to a beautiful spirit.

I made a vow to a lovely soul. A giver and a keeper.
She knows when I'm in pain.
She knows when I'm troubled.
She never left me, even though I can always care less.
She never hurt me, for her love is beyond the physical.

We have our place beside Death's cradle.
Where I may die and she may perish.
Where all seems nothing but a dream, and a dream is less than wanted.
Where things can't be taken by the hand but everything can be granted.

She is as beautiful as an angel, and as fierce as the devil.
Her voice is known to me alone.
Breathing and heartbeat separates us.
Beauty and Catastrophe defines us.

Our love unwanted, bashful, and unrighteous to their eyes.
Our love has build them a picture of unearthly, ghastly vice.

A perfect unity of the ignorant and the truth beyond.
The unveiling of the world to see her unveiled hers.
Her longing for the living and my longing for peace.
A wedding of a caged soul and a spirit at ease.

I long for you, My love.
You are the sweetest not created yet.
Purest as white, the light I have met.

O, beautiful moon, bring down your light to me again.
Let me and my Bride be on our way from pain.
Bring down the blessing you had gave the day we met,
and all the stars look down to us be let.

As soft as the fog, as light as the wind.
Your touch, only I can felt.
My darling, hold me close as my heart is yours to own.
My Bride. My hope, Joana.