Where water winds through ancient trees,
And sunlight dances on the breeze,
The Atchafalaya holds its ground,
A world where quiet beauty’s found.
 
And so, beneath that painted scene,
Two pens now rest, forever seen, 
Two separate forms, yet made as one,
A pair to mark the journey begun.
 
For marriage is a little like this:
Two paths entwined, two lives in bliss,
Through changing seasons, sun and rain,
Finding each other time and again.
 
May these pens record the days ahead,
The words you write, the vows you’ve said,
The little notes, the grandest plans,
And all the moments life demands.
 
And Chantal, with thoughtful heart,
Chose these two pens to play their part,
A gift to celebrate love’s start,
And two lives joined, two hopeful hearts.
 
So may they write of love that grows,
Of laughter shared and dreams composed,
And every chapter still to come,
Two pens, two hearts, forever one.