It's 8 o'clock

At the stroke of eight, as promised, our souls intertwine in the dance of time. The world pauses, and in this fleeting moment, our smiles paint the canvas of eternity. It's 8 o'clock, and joy wraps around us like a warm embrace. There's no room for the ticking of the clock, for in this space, we hold the weight of every dream, every hope, and every wish.

By now, your eyes meet mine, and in that gaze, I find the echoes of a thousand lifetimes, a thousand promises. Before and after the hands of time, I pledge my heart to you, for there exists no better day, no better hour, than the one where love reigns supreme. It's 8 o'clock, just as we planned, and in this sacred circle, we are surrounded by the whispers of family, the embrace of life, the watchful eyes of angels, and the sweet fruits of our love.

In this moment, every smile is a symphony, a celebration of our union. And within each of us, this love resonates, an eternal melody that will serenade us through the ages.