Daisies covered the field like waves in an ocean
crashing down on my eyes in currents of white and green
I feel the softness of lace trail down my hair to my feet
Rainbow bracelets click on my wrists as I reach for his hand
and I give my vows with certainty because I wrote them myself
I hear no church bells but I worship in this open air
I give thanks to this world
for this man
for this union
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