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Wedding Reading #40: Sonnet 116, by William Shakespeare
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no! It is an ever-fix'd mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. Wedding Reading #41: Today I Married My Best Friend, by Rachel Elizabeth Cooper Today I married my best friend, Our bond complete, it hath no end, We share one soul, we share one heart, A perfect time - a perfect start. With these rings we share together, Love so close to last forever, This special day - two special hearts, Let nothing keep this love apart. Wedding Readings #42: This Day I Married My Best Friend - Author Unknown This day I married my best friend ...the one I laugh with as we share life's wondrous zest, as we find new enjoyments and experience all that's best. ...the one I live for because the world seems brighter as our happy times are better and our burdens feel much lighter. ...the one I love with every fiber of my soul. Wedding Reading #43: These I Can Promise, by Anonymous I cannot promise you a life of sunshine; I cannot promise riches, wealth, or gold; I cannot promise you an easy pathway That leads away from change or growing old. But I can promise all my heart's devotion; A smile to chase away your tears of sorrow; A love that's ever true and ever growing; A hand to hold in yours through each tomorrow. Yes, I'll Marry You Wedding Readings #44: A Slice of Wedding Cake - Robert Graves Why have such scores of lovely, gifted girls Married impossible men? Simple self-sacrifice may be ruled out, And missionary endeavour, nine times out of ten. Repeat 'impossible men': not merely rustic, Foul-tempered or depraved (Dramatic foils chosen to show the world How well women behave, and always have behaved). Impossible men: idle, illiterate, Self-pitying, dirty, sly, For whose appearance even in City parks Excuses must be made to casual passers-by. Has God's supply of tolerable husbands Fallen, in fact, so low? Or do I always over-value woman At the expense of man? Do I? It might be so. |
Wedding Readings #45: Love Is A Great Thing - Thomas À Kempis
Love is a great thing, yea, a great and thorough good By itself it makes that is heavy light; and it bears evenly all that is uneven. It carries a burden which is no burden; it will not be kept back by anything low and mean; it desires to be free from all wordly affections, and not to be entangled by any outward prosperity, or by any adversity subdued. Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength, pleads no excuse of impossibility. It is therefore able to undertake all things, and it completes many things, and warrants them to take effect, where he who does not love would faint and lie down. Though weary, it is not tired; though pressed it is not straitened; though alarmed, it is not confounded; but as a living flame it forces itself upwards and securely passes through all. Love is active and sincere, courageous, patient, faithful, prudent and manly. Wedding Readings #46: Dance Me To The End Of Love by Leonard Cohen Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the children who are asking to be born Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn Dance me to the end of love Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love Wedding Readings #47: I Carry Your Heart With Me by EE Cummings I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it (anywhere I go, you go, mydear, And whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling), I fear No fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my workd, my true) And it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant And whatever a sun will always sing is you Here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart) |
