A bride; wearing an updo hair (no accessories) and in a beautiful, holy, feminine, white and modest wedding dress, nothing else to show, all adornments are modest. She is watching over her shoulder, her inner sanctuary.
The place is surrounded by white tulips.
Love enters in a white-grey tunic.
He says; You are the perfect match, and he sings a song to me. He reaffirms, You are that woman, that perfect woman.
His sight is deep and sweet,
His smile, the first thing I loved about him.
He is full of love to give,
Waiting there to claim his wife,
He refuges on her back.
He stands by her side.
Déjà Vu, I saw his lips divulged a name.
The name The Lord gave her centuries ago, Deyanira?
Why that name? I was worried about its meaning, I am not like that. Am I in trouble or is the world? I am very confused, my LORD.
I declared; I do love you and with an absolute “Yes, I do too”; He replied.
It was the first time I could see his lips talking to me and I completely lost myself in them.
A long kiss was sealed by Yahweh Elohim.
He lifts the gold cup to celebrate the reunion.
She is immersed in his presence,
Drunk not with wine but filled with his spirit. He revives my life with his love.
Yahweh Elohim proclaims; My plan has been established, I made them male and female and they shall be one flesh.