In the Cyclades, where light became prayer,and Mykonos held the sea in its arms, you looked at me; and in that quiet, you spoke two small words that remade my world

They came like dawn over white stone chapels, like peace laid gently upon a weary heart, they brought comfort to my sorrow, warmth to my cold, and stillness to the places in me that had long forgotten rest

Then, outside the mission chapel, beneath the hush of island air, I saw you again, enjoying your new decision and faithful step and heaven seemed nearer than the sky

And when you said, “I do,” it was not an ending,
but the opening of forever,  the beginning blessed in sunlight, sealed in grace, and carried on the wind

Now every memory of that day glows like holy light on the water, beautiful, tender, peaceful:A love made sacred

in Mykonos,
where two hearts became one

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