The chapel is bathed in soft golden light, the kind that makes the very air seem to shimmer, as if it carries the presence of something greater than either of us. Stained glass windows stretch high above, their colors melting across the polished marble floor in jeweled patches that sway and shift with the flicker of candle flames. The faint scent of incense lingers, blending with the subtle perfume of fresh lilies placed at the altar. It is quiet—so quiet that the sound of my own breathing feels sacred, as if the world itself is holding its breath, waiting for this moment to unfold.

I kneel before you on a velvet cushion, the fabric sighing softly beneath me. My ceremonial gown is a vision of flowing white chiffon and organza, the layers catching the light in ripples of cream and pearl. A delicate veil, sheer yet purposeful, cascades from the crown of my head down to my waist, framing my face in a halo of softness. My above-the-elbow gloves fit like a second skin, cool silk against the warmth of my arms. One hand rests over my heart, the steady beat beneath my palm echoing the truth I’m about to give voice to; the other rests lightly against your knee, my touch both reverent and intimate. My eyes find yours, and in that instant, nothing else exists—no walls, no distance, no time. Only you.

“I am yours,” I breathe, and the words feel both impossibly small and immeasurably vast. My voice trembles with the weight of the vow, not from fear, but from the overwhelming certainty that it is the truest thing I have ever said. I give myself to you—not halfway, not with conditions, but completely and utterly. My mind is yours to guide, my body yours to hold and cherish, my soul yours to guard and keep. From this moment until the last beat of my heart, I am bound to you in love and in trust, in passion and in peace.

You are my compass when I am lost, my shelter when storms rage, my warmth when the night is cold. You are the light I turn toward without thinking, the anchor that steadies me when the tides pull strong. With you, I have no need for masks, no fear of being too much or too little. You see me—not just the surface, but the depths that no one else has touched—and you love me there, in those quiet, unguarded places. In your gaze, I see my home. In your hands, I find my sanctuary. In your arms, I know the shape of eternity.

I have waited my entire life for a love like this—a love that is both tender and unshakable, that burns without consuming, that grows stronger with each passing breath. Every moment with you feels like it was carved out of something timeless, meant to be lived over and over again in the endless echo of forever. And so, here in this sacred space, I lay everything I am at your feet. My laughter, my tears, my dreams, my fears—every piece of me belongs to you. I want nothing for myself that does not also belong to us.

No power on earth could move me from your side. No shadow could dim the light you’ve lit in my soul. Even if the stars themselves faded from the sky, my devotion would still burn for you—steady, eternal, and true. My love for you is the breath in my lungs, the beat in my chest, the fire in my veins. You are my one, my only, my always. And as I look into your eyes now, I see the life we will live, the love we will nurture, and the unbroken thread that will carry us through all that comes.

So take me—mind, body, and soul. I am yours to protect, to cherish, to hold through every joy and every trial. I give myself not because I am bound by duty, but because my heart overflows with a love so fierce, so unyielding, it cannot be contained. This is not the end of my vow; it is the beginning. And from this beginning, there will be no end. You have all of me… now, and forever.