Blessings for Marriage

So very young
She was swept off her feet
By someone who was so underserving...
I could only sit back and wait to pick up the pieces,

Which I did over and over again.

His unfaithfulness left her bent
But not broken
She emerged a Phoenix 

You capatured the heart of this beautiful bird
And let her go once before
Will you be blinded again?

I think not. 

You know what you almost lost forever, 
And you know the struggles of your families cultural discontent
You also know that your heart is only complete when joined with hers

I know that her love is true
And her heart is stronger when joined with yours
And that is why I give you my blessing. 

Her heart is already yours.

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