In the sacred whisper of the chapel's glow, Where love's gentle harmony begins to flow, She stands, a vision in lace and light, A bride in beauty, glowing bright. From Michael, her father, she’s inherited a spark, A humor that lights up even the dimmest dark. With laughter like a melody, so warm and true, She shares her joy, a gift to all of you. Her caring heart and thoughtful grace, Reflect the charm of her mother's embrace. With every smile and tender glance, We see her soul's divine ballet, its delicate dance. So here in the church, under heaven's view, We celebrate the love that has blossomed anew. A sister, a daughter, a bride so dear, In this hallowed haven, true love is clear.