I saw a pretty bride
Her skin glowing with the love of her groom
She draped the strength of her mother
The affection of her siblings was her jewelry
The pride in her father’s eyes
The solitaire on her finger.
The values of her upbringing
Was the garland in her neck.
The blessings of her elders
Sat pretty in her hair.
She did not need any other adornments
For they will never match what she has.