My Bride

To see her face is to dream.

Her raven hair is the night,
Her soft lips,
Her gentle embrace,
Cool and comforting as moonlight.

Within her eyes lie distant star fields,
Ancient pathways through time and space,
Mysteries beyond mortal knowing,
And wonders without end.

Should this dream never fade,
I would gladly wander it forever.

For my heart is hers.