The Groom

 My mind is numb

I hear only the final strum


Each cord prior

Was twisted by my desire


The notes grow slower

As the tune fall lower


My heart is still within my chest

The final harmony has reached its crest


Silence grips the room

Stilling its crave to bloom


My hands tremble at this hush

As it heralds a need to blush  


This moment holds my trepidation

Yet such pails when held to my elation


A beauty blinding now stands at my side

Aglow in white and filled with pride


The voice of a man breaks the serenity

Speaking words that will change my identity


I hear little as my body flows through the motion

Words I give that seal my devotion


I quiver with jubilee

I behold nothing but she


The moment finally reaches its peak

I hear the beauty before me speak


Two words she speaks on cue

“I do”