Marriage is the Union of
Marriage is the union of A greater sum than two in love. Relatives are made by vows, Relating endless fields and plows. In bringing families together, A million lives are changed forever. Go then in joy, yourselves to please: Each love shapes many destinies
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. We used to feel vaguely incomplete, now together we are whole.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being an Ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old grief's, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
On your wedding day, as you trade vows, No ordinary moment hurries by. You partake, as far as time allows, Of something more than time and Earth and sky: Unknowable, invisible, yet there; Resplendent to the heart if not the face; More than both of you, yet less than air; A transcendental act conferring grace. Reason might say, How can this be true? Return then to the heart, for this is love. In making vows, you make one out of two, A mystery beyond what words can prove. Go then as one flesh, one home, one heart: Each still a whole, yet also now a part.
Thank you for your friendship and your love. However life may turn, this gift will be A mountain that has made my river bend, Nor will it flow the same way to the sea. Knowing you is something I'm made of.
Years will not this part of me remove. One lives for just a brief eternity, Understanding truths that never end
Marriage is the Closest Kind of Friendship
Marriage is the closest kind of friendship. Years of traffic wear away the lines Between two souls with similar designs, Ending more in unity than kinship. Separate actors must play separate parts: They must alone be riveted by need. Far beneath that soil a single seed Roots itself, tenacious in their hearts. In love there is a trust beyond the word. Each finds peace in each, as though the light Needed the tranquility of night, Deeper than what silence can be heard.
To Be One with Each Other
What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined together to strengthen each other in all labor, to minister to each other in all sorrow, to share with each other in all gladness, to be one with each other in the silent unspoken memories?
Two birds begin a journey long, From different points in far off lands; With a luring urge - in heart a song, Two novices heed life's commands. As they make their great migration, Their feeble feet turn to taloned hands; And the two reach their destination As seasoned travelers in the northern lands. Still unaware that the other lives, Each alights upon the very same tree; And there the two, as if guided by God, Fall madly in love and marry. Thus so it is with (Bride and Groom); Two birds which Heaven's winds did blow To this blessed rendezvous of life, Like the two birds at Capistrano.
True love is a sacred flame That burns eternally, And none can dim its special glow Or change its destiny. True love speaks in tender tones And hears with gentle ear, True love gives with open heart And true love conquers fear. True love makes no harsh demands It neither rules nor binds, And true love holds with gentle hands The hearts that it entwines.
A New Beginning
On this earth there is a oneness A rhythmic flow through everything that lives The things with roots and stems and leaves The things with shells and fins and furs The things with wings with which to fly The things that crawl and those that walk Each thing must eat and breath and rest Each thing must seek and each is sought for Each has a birth, a purpose to fulfill To each an end and then a new beginning.
Comforts lasting, loves increasing, Like soft hours never ceasing: Plenty's pleasure, peace complying, Without jars, or tongues envying; Hearts by holy union wedded, More than theirs by custom bedded; Fruitful issues; life so graced, Not by age to be defaced, Budding, as the year ensu'th, Every spring another youth: All what thought can add beside Crown this bridegroom and this bride!
Two doves meeting in the sky Two loves hand in hand eye to eye Two parts of a loving whole Two hearts and a single soul
Two stars shining big and bright Two fires bringing warmth and light Two songs played in perfect tune Two flowers growing into bloom
Two Doves gliding in the air Two loves free without a care Two parts of a loving whole Two hearts and a single soul
Love lives beyond The tomb, the earth, which fades like dew. I love the fond, The faithful, and the true Love lives in sleep, The happiness of healthy dreams Eve's dews may weep, But love delightful seems.
'Tis heard in Spring When light and sunbeams, warm and kind, On angels' wing Bring love and music to the mind.
And where is voice, So young, so beautiful and sweet As nature's choice, Where Spring and lovers meet?
Love lives beyond The tomb, the earth, the flowers, and dew. I love the fond, The faithful, young and true.
The die is cast, come weal, come woe, Two lives are joined together, For better or for worse, the link Which naught but death can sever. The die is cast, come grief, come joy Come richer, or come poorer, If love but binds the mystic tie, Blest is the bridal hour.
She Walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!
True love is a sacred flame That burns eternally, And none can dim its special glow Or change its destiny. True love speaks in tender tones And hears with gentle ear, True love gives with open heart And true love conquers fear. True love makes no harsh demands It neither rules nor binds, And true love holds with gentle hands The hearts that it entwine
These I can Promise
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.
I love you, Not only for what you are, But for what I am When I am with you.
I love you, Not only for what You have made of yourself, But for what You are making of me.
I love you For the part of me That you bring out; I love you For putting your hand Into my heaped-up heart And passing over All the foolish, weak things That you can't help Dimly seeing there, And for drawing out Into the light All the beautiful belongings That no one else had looked Quite far enough to find.
I love you because you Are helping me to make Of the lumber of my life Not a tavern But a temple; Out of the works Of my every day Not a reproach But a song.
I love you Because you have done More than any creed Could have done To make me good, And more than any fate To make me happy.
You have done it Without a touch, Without a word, Without a sign. You have done it By being yourself.