I am getting married and need help finding a lovely love poem for the first reading x
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Freefalling
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[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco][/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]I love thee to the depth and breadth and height[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]I love thee to the level of everyday's[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]I love thee with a passion put to use[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]I love thee with a love I seemed to lose[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]I shall but love thee better after death.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco][/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]I love thee to the depth and breadth and height[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]I love thee to the level of everyday's[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]I love thee with a passion put to use[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]I love thee with a love I seemed to lose[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Monaco]I shall but love thee better after death.[/FONT]
Ro Laren
Trelowen
To Anthea
by Robert Herrick (1591-1674)
Bid me to live, and I will live
Thy Protestant to be;
Or bid me love, and I will give
A loving heart to thee.
A heart as soft, a heart as kind,
A heart as sound and free
As in the whole world thou canst find,
That heart I’ll give to thee.
Bid that heart stay, and it will stay
To honor thy decrees:
Or bid it languish quite away,
And’t shall do so for thee.
Bid me to weep, and I will weep
While I have eyes to see:
And, having none, yet I will keep
A heart to weep for thee.
Bid me despair and I’ll despair
Under that cypress-tree:
Or bid me die, and I will dare
E’en death to die for thee.
Thou art my life, my love, my heart,
The very eyes of me:
And hast command of every part
To live and die for thee.
by Robert Herrick (1591-1674)
Bid me to live, and I will live
Thy Protestant to be;
Or bid me love, and I will give
A loving heart to thee.
A heart as soft, a heart as kind,
A heart as sound and free
As in the whole world thou canst find,
That heart I’ll give to thee.
Bid that heart stay, and it will stay
To honor thy decrees:
Or bid it languish quite away,
And’t shall do so for thee.
Bid me to weep, and I will weep
While I have eyes to see:
And, having none, yet I will keep
A heart to weep for thee.
Bid me despair and I’ll despair
Under that cypress-tree:
Or bid me die, and I will dare
E’en death to die for thee.
Thou art my life, my love, my heart,
The very eyes of me:
And hast command of every part
To live and die for thee.
Ro Laren
Trelowen
O Tell Me The Truth About Love
Some say that love's a little boy,
And some say it's a bird,
Some say it makes the world go round,
And some say that's absurd,
And when I asked the man next-door,
Who looked as if he knew,
His wife got very cross indeed,
And said it wouldn't do.
Does it look like a pair of pajamas,
Or the ham in a temperance hotel?
Does its odour remind one of llamas,
Or has it a comforting smell?
Is it prickly to touch as a hedge is,
Or soft as eiderdown fluff?
Is it sharp or quite smooth at the edges?
O tell me the truth about love.
Our history books refer to it
In cryptic little notes,
It's quite a common topic on
The Transatlantic boats;
I've found the subject mentioned in
Accounts of suicides,
And even seen it scribbled on
The backs of railway-guides.
Does it howl like a hungry Alsatian,
Or boom like a military band?
Could one give a first-rate imitation
On a saw or a Steinway Grand?
Is its singing at parties a riot?
Does it only like Classical stuff?
Will it stop when one wants to be quiet?
O tell me the truth about love.
I looked inside the summer-house;
it wasn't ever there:
I tried the Thames at Maidenhead,
And Brighton's bracing air.
I don't know what the blackbird sang,
Or what the tulip said;
But it wasn't in the chicken-run,
Or underneath the bed.
Can it pull extraordinary faces?
Is it usually sick on a swing?
Does it spend all it's time at the races,
Or fiddling with pieces of string?
Has it views of its own about money?
Does it think Patriotism enough?
Are its stories vulgar but funny?
O tell me the truth about love.
When it comes, will it come without warning
Just as I'm picking my nose?
Will it knock on my door in the morning,
Or tread in the bus on my shoes?
Will it come like a change in the weather?
Will its greeting be courteous or rough?
Will it alter my life altogether?
O tell me the truth about love.
W.H. Auden
Some say that love's a little boy,
And some say it's a bird,
Some say it makes the world go round,
And some say that's absurd,
And when I asked the man next-door,
Who looked as if he knew,
His wife got very cross indeed,
And said it wouldn't do.
Does it look like a pair of pajamas,
Or the ham in a temperance hotel?
Does its odour remind one of llamas,
Or has it a comforting smell?
Is it prickly to touch as a hedge is,
Or soft as eiderdown fluff?
Is it sharp or quite smooth at the edges?
O tell me the truth about love.
Our history books refer to it
In cryptic little notes,
It's quite a common topic on
The Transatlantic boats;
I've found the subject mentioned in
Accounts of suicides,
And even seen it scribbled on
The backs of railway-guides.
Does it howl like a hungry Alsatian,
Or boom like a military band?
Could one give a first-rate imitation
On a saw or a Steinway Grand?
Is its singing at parties a riot?
Does it only like Classical stuff?
Will it stop when one wants to be quiet?
O tell me the truth about love.
I looked inside the summer-house;
it wasn't ever there:
I tried the Thames at Maidenhead,
And Brighton's bracing air.
I don't know what the blackbird sang,
Or what the tulip said;
But it wasn't in the chicken-run,
Or underneath the bed.
Can it pull extraordinary faces?
Is it usually sick on a swing?
Does it spend all it's time at the races,
Or fiddling with pieces of string?
Has it views of its own about money?
Does it think Patriotism enough?
Are its stories vulgar but funny?
O tell me the truth about love.
When it comes, will it come without warning
Just as I'm picking my nose?
Will it knock on my door in the morning,
Or tread in the bus on my shoes?
Will it come like a change in the weather?
Will its greeting be courteous or rough?
Will it alter my life altogether?
O tell me the truth about love.
W.H. Auden
ApplySomePressure
Silver Member
i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; 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 world,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)
ee cummings
It's all down to your taste but i've always really liked this poem.
rhuba
i really don't know life
Khalil Gibran
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
littlemonstersmum
Full Member
I see lots of people have already replied to you with poems!
Just after our little boy was born i had a poem written for my husband. I don't think i'm allowed to post a link on here but if you do a google search for 'the poetry studio' you will find a lovely site that has a whole range of personalised ideas. I just paid for the poem (no frame or photos or anything) and it was around £30 i think. Well worth every penny! I printed and framed it myself and saved loads compared to their framed price!
Another lovely website is called initially yours. They have a big range of ready written poems and also can write something specially for you.
Hopefully you can find the sites i am talking about and i won't get banned for telling you about them!
Good luck with the weight loss and of course for the wedding! Mine was one of the best days of my life! Almost six years ago now but i still remember it like it was yesterday!
Just after our little boy was born i had a poem written for my husband. I don't think i'm allowed to post a link on here but if you do a google search for 'the poetry studio' you will find a lovely site that has a whole range of personalised ideas. I just paid for the poem (no frame or photos or anything) and it was around £30 i think. Well worth every penny! I printed and framed it myself and saved loads compared to their framed price!
Another lovely website is called initially yours. They have a big range of ready written poems and also can write something specially for you.
Hopefully you can find the sites i am talking about and i won't get banned for telling you about them!
Good luck with the weight loss and of course for the wedding! Mine was one of the best days of my life! Almost six years ago now but i still remember it like it was yesterday!
