In whispers soft, the eve it drums, As Jess awaits what love becomes. Her heart a melody's gentle beat, For soon with Chris her dreams will meet. A night cocooned in moonlit grace, The stars like lace veils interlace. Yet Olya, distant, far away, Cannot attend this sacred day. Tomorrow dawns a brand new bright, As "Leigh" will nest her name in light. A tapestry of futures spun, Two souls to meld, forever one.