Before the court, the long denied stood still,
as names once split by law were made to meet,
and what the state had drawn against the will
was asked to yield its lines beneath their feet.
Two men, two women, carried what had been
refused in rooms where silence made its rule,
yet here the law was forced to intervene
and name their love no longer as a tool.
The word “marriage” crossed the final gate
and ceased to be a privilege of few,
no longer bound to narrow fear or state,
but widened into something held as true.
And so the past was not erased, but turned—
a door once shut is now a door returned.