Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth. Be it man. Be it woman. It must be a wave you want to glide in on, give your body to it, give your laugh to it, give, when the gravelly sand takes you, your tears to the land. A collaboration. Let go.
Oh special person, possible leaves, this typewriter likes you on the way to them, but wants to break crystal glasses in celebration, for you, when the dark crust is thrown off and you float all around like a happened balloon. About Marriage. I stood a half-hour under the enchantment, no-one passed near, the birds saw me and. The Invitation. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love for your dream for the adventure of being alive.
I want to know if you can sit with pain mine or your own without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy mine or your own if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful to be realistic to remember the limitations of being human.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments. Married Love. You and I Have so much love, That it Burns like a fire, In which we bake a lump of clay Molded into a figure of you And a figure of me. Then we take both of them, And break them into pieces, And mix the pieces with water, And mold again a figure of you, And a figure of me.
I am in your clay. You are in my clay. In life we share a single quilt. In death we will share one bed. A Blessing for Wedding. Please read our comment policy before you comment. Sorry, there was an error. Please refresh and try again. Thanks for submitting. Click here to instantly access every wedding planning checklist you need!
Here's access to every wedding planning checklist you need! Download PDF. Skip to content Find a Vendor. Planning a Restaurant Wedding? Read This First. Let no one know of our sublime beauty As we hold hands with God And burn Into a sacred existence that defies— That surpasses Every description of ecstasy And love.
You made me sing. I used to refuse things at table. Now I shout for more wine. In somber dignity, I used to sit on my mat and pray. Now children run through and make faces at me. The old woman of the world has had you in her net for sixty years.
Mercy is prior to wrath. You must marry your soul. That wedding is the way. Union with the world is sickness. But how do you have enough patience to do without God? But how can you not drink from this other fountain?
Nearness to the Beloved is the splendor of your life. Marry the Beloved. Let the thorn of the ego slide from your foot. What a relief to be empty! Then God can live your life. When you stay tied to mind and desire, you stumble in the mud like a near-sighted donkey.
Let your brow and your face illuminate with union. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. Love hard when there is love to be had.
In order to capture the timeless magic of Disney and reproduce at your wedding is to speak the words. Hence, their poems are the types which can guide you in how to write wedding vows. Thus, it can never be wrong to go with this option of Disney magic. For the way you changed my plans For being the perfect distraction For the way you took the idea that I had Of everything that I wanted to have. These poems are funny but not cheesy. So think long and hard before deciding on love.
Because crooks and muggers think love is unpredictable. Who knows what love could do in its own defense? On cold winter nights, love is warm. It lies between you and lives and breathes and makes funny noises. Love wakes you up all hours of the night with its needs. It needs to be fed so it will grow and stay healthy. But come home and love is always happy to see you. It may break a few things accidentally in its passion for life, but you can never be mad at love for long.
Is love good all the time? Love can be bad. Bad, love, bad! Very bad love. Love makes messes. Love leaves you little surprises here and there. Love needs lots of cleaning up after. Sometimes you just want to get love fixed. Sometimes love just wants to go for a nice long walk. Because love loves exercise. It runs you around the block and leaves you panting. But love makes you meet people wherever you go.
People who have nothing in common but love stop and talk to each other on the street. Throw things away and love will bring them back, again, and again, and again. But most of all, love needs love, lots of it. And in return, love loves you and never stops. Today is your day. You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose. And you know what you know. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.
So be sure when you step. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left.
Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So… get on your way! The fierce Dinosaur was trapped inside his cage of ice. Create a personalised ads profile. Select personalised ads. Apply market research to generate audience insights. Measure content performance. Develop and improve products. List of Partners vendors. The wordsmiths of yesteryear and some of today have you covered.
Borrowing one of these apt love poems for your spouse is a simple way to show a little affection. Write it in a card, send it in a text, read it over a home-cooked dinner , or even get the poem framed as a gift. However you decide to share the poem, your other half will swoon at the words. Read on for some of the most fitting and romantic verses for your other half. I hold you in my heart and have you on my mind.
You are my lover and my friend, you are my everything. I shall remain here waiting, even if for eternity. So improbable! To have met you at all and then to have been told in your soft young voice so soon after meeting you: "I love you.
I was, in that moment, new; you were 19; I was 22; you were impulsive; I was there in front of you, with a future that hadn't yet been burned for fuel; I had energy; you had beauty; and your eyes were a pale blue, and they backed what you said with all they hadn't seen, and they were the least ambitious eyes I'd known, the least calculating, and when you spoke and when they shone, perhaps you saw the feeling you caused.
Perhaps you saw too that the feeling would stay. If you are having a religious ceremony, check with your priest or minister to see if secular love poems are allowed. You may be limited to scripture only. Ahead, we've rounded up poems that are all about love and looking to the future with your partner. May your twin thoughts spiral upward like leafy vines, like fiddle strings in the wind, and be as noble as the Douglas fir.
May berries melt like honey on your tongue. May your heart rise in wonder at the clouds drifting across the sky. May the trails under your boots be covered in pine quills, let the leaves rain down like memories in the autumn of your heart. May the snow beneath your skis run as fast as watered silk, may the cold air kiss your cheeks, turn them red as summer's roses. May the rivers always flow with their unexpected beauty, the first freshets of snowmelt, the rush of early spring. May you always walk in gladness through whatever path or highway; may you always walk within the golden circle of your love.
Now touch the air softly, swing gently the broom. So touch the air softly, and swing the broom high. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art. I saw two summer currents flow smoothly to their meeting, and join their course, with silent force, in peace each other greeting; calm was their course through banks of green, while dimpling eddies played between.
Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls.
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