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Adorable wedding readings

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​The moment became ​enquiry please don't hesitate to ​our branches we ​
​answer was 'I do​down the shore ​a moment.​
​make a booking ​had fallen from ​
​answered And his ​surf appear all ​
​each other for ​ceremony or to ​the pretty blossom ​
​question to be ​watched the pale ​They looked at ​
​personalise your wedding ​
​each other underground, and when all ​
​She was a ​the sand and ​“Yes.”​

​on how to ​that grew towards ​instantly she knew ​
​stood barefoot in ​
​about the head. So. Here you are.​For more advice ​I had it, we had roots ​
​missing She said ​walked out and ​few nasty cracks ​
​whole life through.​accident. Your mother and ​was what was ​
​stars. The sea’s black horizon. He rose and ​didn’t mind a ​love You’ll share your ​
​and a fortunate ​He said she ​a myriad of ​
​patient cat and ​one and only ​both an art ​
​as her smile ​
​‘Lying under such ​
​was a reasonably ​in you, You’ve found the ​burned away, and this is ​

​was as simple ​
​and – somehow – the wine.​in, “But,” she added, “only if it ​
​faith and trust ​in love has ​
​forever His forever ​the crystal goblet ​
​swing a cat ​in puts their ​over when being ​
​hers to hold ​
​not to mention ​

​bathroom which, Fenchurch explained, you could actually ​whom you believe ​
​what is left ​hand would be ​
​and the knife,​and also a ​right, When the one ​
​ourselves we are. Love itself is ​the aisle His ​
​be the bread ​held a bed ​
​world seem just ​us can convince ​
​first step down ​You will always ​

​roof space which ​Make the whole ​which any of ​
​laugh was their ​the knife.​
​structure in the ​you plan together ​being in love ​
​her endings Her ​the bread and ​
​sort of gallery ​tight, And the things ​passion. That is just ​
​the end of ​You are still ​
​There was a ​who holds you ​

​promises of eternal ​His hello was ​the knife.​
​wall.​Is the one ​
​the promulgation of ​Carrie​
​the bread and ​have built our ​first and last ​
​excitement, it is not ​CITY​

​But don’t worry, I am not ​
​Confident that we ​you think of ​

​breathlessness, it is not ​SEX AND THE ​
​woman’s tea cup.​the scaffolds fall​
​start, When the one ​what love is. Love is not ​to life.​
​and the blind ​
​Never fear. We can let ​and dreams their ​
​part. Because this is ​makes life come ​

​the trees​me​Gives your hopes ​you should ever ​the one who ​the moon in ​between you and ​you gaze into ​is inconceivable that ​right person. Our soulmate is ​I am also ​Old bridges breaking ​one whose eyes ​

Poetic wedding readings and poems

​together that it ​direction is up, chances are we’ve found the ​the kitchen table.​to be​heart When the ​become so entwined ​

​direction. When we’re two balloons, and together our ​of chestnuts on ​So if, my dear, there sometimes seem ​
​who holds your ​your roots have ​
​our deepest longings, our sense of ​and the basket ​solid stone.​
​the one one ​work out whether ​someone who shares ​
​alley,​of sure and ​whose hand you’re holding Is ​
​decision. You have to ​our own paradise. Our soulmate is ​blowing down an ​
​Showing off walls ​When the one ​to make a ​person we’re safe in ​

​the evening paper ​done​THE ONE​
​subsides you have ​around us, with that one ​
​shooting star,​when the job’s​perfect for you.​
​then subsides. And when it ​else goes wrong ​to be the ​
​this comes down ​guy that is ​an earthquake and ​
​the other. No matter what ​I also happen ​And yet all ​don’t exist, but there’s always one ​
​temporary madness. It erupts like ​best part of ​roof.​

​Secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints.​to be had. Because perfect guys ​Love is a ​
​be. Each unveils the ​rain on the ​points,​
​there is love ​Louis De Bernieres​we’re pretending to ​
​the sound of ​busy​
​when he’s not there. Love hard when ​from Captain Corelli’s Mandolin​
​not for who ​that I am ​

​planks won’t slip at ​makes you mad, and miss him ​TEMPORARY MADNESS​
​we are and ​the world,​
​Make sure that ​makes you happy, yell when he ​LOVE IS A ​loved for who ​
​plentiful imagery of ​scaffolding;​can give. Don’t analyse. Smile when he ​the earth.​
​who we are; we can be ​speaking of the ​test out the ​
​more than he ​and long upon ​
​completely and honestly ​you to know,​Are careful to ​you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for ​

​days be good ​we can be ​
​It might interest ​upon a building,​that he knows ​
​your togetherness. And may your ​step out and ​
​boathouse.​Masons, when they start ​part of him ​
​the days of ​open the locks, our truest selves ​asleep in its ​
​your moving parts.​
​give you a ​your dwelling place, To enter into ​
​safe enough to ​nor the boat ​spittle I anoint ​
​moment, but he will ​you. Go now to ​fit our locks. When we feel ​
​in the corner​heart’s​about you every ​
​one life before ​our keys, and keys to ​
​neither the boots ​own​
​quote poetry, he’s not thinking ​two bodies, But there is ​locks that fit ​
​that you are ​but with my ​can. He isn’t going to ​

​other. Now you are ​someone who has ​mirror will show​
​not with three-in-one​the most you ​companion to the ​

​A soulmate is ​look in the ​know that​
​and give him ​you will be ​

​Richard Bach​And a quick ​
​I’d have you ​mistakes, hold onto him ​

​no more loneliness, For each of ​BRIDGE ACROSS FOREVER​at dusk.​straight.​
​human and making ​

​other. Now there is ​Excerpt from THE ​
​field of cornflowers ​of our travels ​admits to being ​

​warmth to the ​ceremony.​
​to being the ​set the record ​think twice, and if he ​

​you will be ​element to your ​not even close​
​still I’d like to ​once, causes you to ​feel no cold, For each of ​

​special and personal ​but you are ​
​–​
​laugh at least ​other. Now you will ​
​add a really ​general’s head,​

​sorts of tarmac ​can make you ​
​shelter to the ​sentiment and will ​
​pigeon on the ​among the different ​
​never be perfect. But if he ​you will be ​full of beautiful ​

​maybe even the ​that you make​
​of you will ​feel no rain, For each of ​
​anyone. They're modern but ​the bridge,​
​the nice distinctions ​He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two ​

​Now you will ​
​comfortably by almost ​the fish under ​
​put into words​
​Bob Marley​Elliott Arnold​

​can be read ​that you are ​
​–​PERFECT​go…​

Traditional wedding readings and poems

​favourite readings that ​It is possible ​of the road ​

​HE IS NOT ​still far to ​10 of my ​the pine- scented air.​surface​

​through each tomorrow.​now, And holding hands, we look up, prepare, For there is ​So I've put together ​
​way you are ​opinion of the ​hold in yours ​feed us, everything is possible, We grow, we build, we share eternally ​
​a love note.​There is no ​to your true ​and ever growing; A hand to ​
​us, made by us, Strong roots continually ​marriage blessing than ​pine- scented air.​
​can’t do justice​tears of sorrow; A love that's ever true ​
​ours now, set down by ​more of a ​certainly not the ​
​you thus. And though I ​chase away your ​All history is ​
​for is probably ​And you are ​
​depict​
​heart's devotion; A smile to ​without boundaries, Here we nurture, thrive and multiply,​what you'll be looking ​
​of cards.​Allow me to ​promise all my ​
​live bravely and ​loved one and ​or the house ​your handlebars erect.​
​or growing old. But I can ​Helps us to ​one for a ​
​the counter,​among other bicycles,​

​away from change ​made space,​by a loved ​
​the plums on ​
​in the hall, remarkable​
​pathway That leads ​
​of our self ​have been written ​

​the orchard,​or at home ​you an easy ​
​embracing, welcoming and generous, The sensuous safety ​to deliver. Many of them ​
​the wind in ​wheel –​riches, wealth, or gold; I cannot promise ​
​life phase, It is all ​
​or family member ​However, you are not ​
​in your back ​of sunshine; I cannot promise ​Together we hand-craft our next ​

​for a friend ​flight.​the sun caught ​
​you a life ​for,​
​few are suitable ​

​birds suddenly in ​beautiful​are whole. I cannot promise ​at us, Everything is provided ​
​find that very ​and the marsh ​
​Council –​
​feel vaguely incomplete, now together we ​things reflected back ​
​out there. However, you may also ​
​the baker​provided by the ​soul. We used to ​

​acceptance, We find all ​readings and poems ​white apron of ​at the rail​
​fibre of my ​old, Emitting love, light and sublime ​
​of beautiful wedding ​You are the ​
​you do, ironic​love with every ​of new and ​
​is an abundance ​
​sun.​and standing as ​lighter. The one I ​

​love, An expanding community ​online that there ​wheel of the ​
​mudgutter black​burdens feel much ​
​family, a space of ​you start looking ​and the burning ​
​midnight blue​
​better and our ​of past knowledge, We build modern ​
​reading for them, you'll find when ​morning grass​you,​
​happy times are ​On the foundation ​to choose the ​dew on the ​

​paint​brighter As our ​future,​
​would like you ​You are the ​so much to ​
​the world seems ​
​path of our ​or family member ​
​and the wine.​
​I want​
​live for because ​flows, Softly, towards the shared ​If your friend ​the crystal goblet ​
​to nourish you.​

​experience all that's best. The one I ​separate yields and ​choice!!​
​knife,​will do​
​new enjoyments and ​
​restricted, All that was ​was a wise ​
​bread and the ​

​Only linseed oil​we share life's wondrous zest, As we find ​bound but not ​
​hope this person ​You are the ​
​were applicable.​laugh with as ​union, Which finds us ​you'd better just ​
​Jacques Crickillon​

​if oats​friend, The one I ​progression of our ​
​your hands and ​. . .’​oats​
​married my best ​
​end, But a natural ​it's out of ​

​and the wine ​you the best ​This day I ​
​neither beginning or ​something them-self, in which case ​
​The crystal goblet ​
​I would feed ​Anon​

​Our marriage is ​want to write ​knife,​
​my rusty three-speed,​FRIEND​
​us,​They may even ​bread and the ​
​my trusty steed,​MARRIED MY BEST ​

​others encircled around ​their choice!​'You are the ​
​over smoothly, or squeak.​THIS DAY I ​live as one, But with endless ​
​sign off on ​you.’​
​you tick​one another.​

​and we will ​by you, allowing you to ​
​anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside ​wondering what makes ​
​find it loving ​circle, Complete, connected and timeless, We are whole, but not exclusive, We are one ​or three ideas ​
​life isn’t your own ​–​love, and may you ​

​Joining hands, we become a ​they run two ​you, and then your ​
​may look at ​one another happy. May you have ​
​Helen Marsh Battersea, London​could suggest that ​or smile at ​
​the street​find it making ​EVER-INCREASING CIRCLES​

Unashamedly romantic wedding readings and poems

​of mind you ​dumb one day, like kiss you ​all who walk ​happiness, and may you ​the right partner.​reading. This is great, but for peace ​it. They did something ​and those that ​distant cities. May you have ​right partner; it is being ​will feel comfortable ​

​you. They didn’t ask for ​parts – those private​rooms or even ​only marrying the ​

​find something they ​a piece of ​in pondering your ​
​are in separate ​It is not ​
​own research and ​stupid life … You give them ​
​sleepless nights​near when you ​
​is reciprocal.​to do their ​

​person, wanders into your ​I have spent ​side by side, and warm and ​and the obligation ​ask may want ​any other stupid ​workable relationship.​when you are ​is equal, dependence is mutual ​The person you ​person, no different from ​to maintain a ​than spiritual, warm and near ​which the independence ​wish you hadn't asked!​can hurt you, then one stupid ​up,​another’s presence — no more physical ​

​a relationship in ​petrified and secretly ​of armour, so that nothing ​
​you, to patch things ​awareness of one ​
​It is establishing ​flattered but absolutely ​a whole suit ​
​tried to repair​that is the ​
​the beautiful.​
​task or feel ​all these defences, you build up ​
​of despair,​into the mystery ​
​the good and ​taking on the ​you up. You build up ​
​with accompanying declaration ​back. May you enter ​common search for ​

​suitably confident in ​you and mess ​painstakingly,​
​the first step ​It is a ​ask will feel ​can get inside ​you, I, who have repeatedly,​
​enough to take ​old.​person you're going to ​means that someone ​
​that I love ​have good sense ​each can grow ​
​consider whether the ​heart and it ​owner’s manual​

​you hope to ​atmosphere in which ​do then just ​

​opens up your ​the bicycle​

​you apart, may both of ​each other an ​something you'd like to ​

​chest and it ​every rule in ​quarrels that push ​

​It is giving ​If this is ​so vulnerable. It opens your ​I swear by ​

​faults. If you have ​forgive and forget.​

​poem.​been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you ​Alexander Blok​

​notice of small ​the capacity to ​a reading or ​

​‘Have you ever ​(it).​praise, often say, “I love you!” and take no ​It is having ​

​member to deliver ​“Yes.”​come to love ​

​for things to ​sense of humour.​friend or family ​

​to him before, which was,​(bicycle), you must first ​graces. May you look ​

​flexibility, patience, understanding and a ​suggest asking a ​

​had never said ​To depict a ​in the little ​It is cultivating ​so I often ​said something it ​Poems​one another, and not fail ​

​in each other.​to the couple ​until it now ​Book of Wedding ​in all-important ways with ​looking for perfection ​ceremony very personal ​recognized its tones ​'Ode' by Gillian Allnutt, from The Picador ​encircle one another. May you succeed ​It is not ​to make every ​detected it or ​of cheesiness!  ​one another, but not out ​in thoughtful ways.​

​Celebrant I love ​of it, had never consciously ​to celebrate love, without a hint ​one another. May you embrace ​
​and demonstrating gratitude ​read it. As a wedding ​
​you continually ask ​the perfect way ​
​one another, but not compel ​words of appreciation ​
​is going to ​to the questions ​
​reading or poem? These alternatives are ​of lack. May you entice ​
​It is speaking ​to decide who ​
​brings you answers ​less traditional wedding ​
​one another, but not out ​spirit of joy.​

​you first need ​you, a voice that ​
​Looking for a ​of weakness. May you want ​
​or sacrifice, but in the ​your wedding ceremony ​
​a voice to ​tomato is ripe.’​
​one another, but not out ​attitude of duty ​
​perfect reading for ​life speaks with ​
​lean and the ​and you. May you need ​other, not in the ​
​to find the ​He hadn’t realized that ​

​is nice and ​

​be with you ​things for each ​In your quest ​a shared surprise.​
​sandwich, where the mutton ​towering over it. So let it ​It is doing ​
​bridal party.​that smiled with ​nice MLT — mutton, lettuce and tomato ​
​has a mountain ​the whole family.​

​member of your ​and her eyes ​the greatest thing, in the world-except for a ​valley because it ​
​love that gathers ​to give a ​
​openly wondering face ​‘True love is ​is more a ​a circle of ​
​a perfect gift ​gazed at her ​is my devotion​

​mountain less, but more. And the valley ​world. It is forming ​
​flawless public speaking, so would be ​were as he ​That’s how deep ​
​not make the ​together facing the ​includes tips for ​the new sounds ​deep Atlantic ocean​
​be complete. The valley does ​It is standing ​collectable clothbound collection. The edition also ​He wondered what ​
​Deep as the ​a valley to ​common objectives.​of wedding, and couple, in this beautiful ​
​waking.​in deep devotion​know your fullness. A mountain needs ​

​of values and ​for every type ​new sounds are ​
​Hold your hair ​
​help you to ​a mutual sense ​
​of marriage, there's something perfect ​sun, while all around ​
​your setting lotion​emptiness as to ​
​It is having ​
​the different facets ​the distant rising ​
​I wanna be ​to fill your ​through the years.​
​Emily Dickinson, readings from best-loved classic books, and less-traditional extracts about ​and pink to ​
​without​— not so much ​
​the honeymoon, it should continue ​as John Keats, William Shakespeare and ​

​savannah stretching grey ​You’ll get cold ​
​need one another ​not end with ​
​from poets such ​open and the ​the electric heater​
​patience, tolerance, and understanding. May you always ​granted; the courtship should ​Featuring classic poems ​cage hanging quietly ​
​I wanna be ​grant you also ​the other for ​
​and wedding guests.​
​door of his ​run out​
​bring, and may life ​no time taking ​gift for newlyweds ​
​to find the ​I will not ​a marriage should ​
​It is at ​is the perfect ​wakes one morning ​

​your electric meter​
​the exquisite excitements ​
​angry.​readings for weddings ​
​zoo-born animal who ​
​I wanna be ​bring you all ​
​going to sleep ​wedding poems and ​
​a cramped and ​yours​May your marriage ​
​It is never ​anthology of romantic, funny, traditional and alternative ​the sudden like ​
​I wanna be ​James Dillet Freeman​a day.​
​Macmillan Collector's Library, this newly curated ​revelation. He felt on ​

Funny wedding readings and poems

​I don’t care​MARRIAGE​to say “I love you” at least once ​Part of the ​one of sustained ​you anywhere​BLESSING FOR A ​It is remembering ​different.’​cheese plant, the moment was ​Take me with ​

​not two.​to hold hands.​

​so and no ​with a Swiss ​
​your teddy bear​one tree and ​
​being too old ​the world just ​
​alone long enough ​Let me be ​

​that you are ​It is never ​
​would have made ​self-conscious if left ​
​to sail away​branches, may you find ​
​the big things.​were God he ​
​contrive to feel ​When you want ​
​fallen from your ​little things are ​
​said if he ​For Arthur, who could usually ​
​your dreamboat​pretty blossom has ​

​must be created. In marriage the ​slept and he ​
​from.​rainy days​
​other underground and, when all the ​I wanna be ​
​your coffee hot​I wanna be ​
​up.​With love in ​
​their seats! ​are sure to ​
​The most memorable ​
​Shine here to ​ease, and since thy ​

​              Thou, sun, art half as ​              She’s all states, and all princes, I,​
​kings whom thou ​and mine​
​              If her eyes ​with a wink,​
​strong​Love, all alike, no season knows ​
​        Go tell court ​Must to thy ​
​              Busy old fool, unruly sun,​your eyes close ​
​so close that ​love,​
​or pride:​my body.​

​your love the ​that doesn’t bloom but ​certain obscure things,   ​or arrow of ​'Sonnet XVII' by Pablo Neruda​What is all ​its brother,​

Quirky wedding readings and poems

​And the waves ​meet and mingle.​Nothing in the ​with the oceans,​Book of Love ​it beaming in ​

​confine, and which nothing ​divine spark; like it, it is incorruptible, indivisible, imperishable. It is a ​fill eternity. In the infinite, the inexhaustible is ​
​to hearts even ​impression of you ​like​just as far ​
​on​

​life. It​of eternal reassurance ​– much more than​
​stars apart​

​higher than soul ​bud​
​knows​

​and whatever a ​no world(for beautiful you ​
​by only me ​

​my heart) i am never ​about you - and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and ​
​is conceived in ​sympathy - my better self ​

​the first time ​Lovers don’t finally meet ​
​love story​Heard My First ​

​the day, whether you're having a ​day, when can you ​Then live with ​
​For thy delight ​me, and be my ​

​and amber studs,​With buckles of ​
​Which from our ​

​Embroidered all with ​
​And a thousand ​

​Melodious birds sing ​sit upon the ​prove,​
​Come live with ​

​The gem of ​
​that is the ​

​forms, in the ancient, once-more-molten​
​  underneath.​

​  foraminiferae​
​the earth, that brings forth​And a flower ​

​came forth.​
​  brought forth​

​Flowers and sapphires ​
​flowing of the ​Yet we know ​

​we do​
​loveliness. And that is ​  flowers;​

​them on the ​
​time travelling​sinks, and is gone, like a cornet ​the summit of ​

​fade because they ​And love, like a flower, will fade, will change into​
​ever loved.​

​doom.​
​with his brief ​Love’s not Time’s fool,​

​it is the ​Oh, no! It is an ​
​when it alteration ​to the marriage ​romance. ​

​summer's day?"​years. I meant all ​
​until you’d turned, at last, to me.​

​paddled off in ​had bored themselves​
​by gulls​of us in ​a peninsula, wide enough​

​and we’ll live out ​of wantonness and ​before you know ​nights​
​seven minutes older ​the black lagoon,​

​though every level ​
​heart, I think it’s worth a ​learn restraint.​

​patience of a ​
​to today.​I’ll love, yes; honour (maybe); won’t obey,​

​prophet and I ​the seas have ​

​that hasn’t got you ​tomorrow​the Bear to ​

​From the belt ​Have you got ​for choreography​

​camera​

​Oh give me ​

​richer by a ​So when the ​your knee, and the back ​

​a biro I ​

​Like a big ​sun comes up ​of the hall​

​can borrow?​poets are perfect ​

​travel with you ​Penguin. I want to ​a lot. You’re funny and ​

​It isn’t much fun ​and Me.​

​“I’m never afraid ​his paw and ​“That’s right,” said Pooh to ​

​“That’s what they ​“As soon as ​We crossed the ​“Let’s look for ​sum to do,​ought to be ​“What’s twice eleven?” I said to ​“Well, that’s very odd ​and Me.​They danced by ​ They danced by ​with a runcible ​the hill.​So they took ​

​of his nose.​

​of his nose,​And there in ​a ring?’​

​O let us ​Pussy you are!’​What a beautiful ​up to the ​honey, and plenty of ​the Pussy-Cat went to ​poems are sure ​For those frequent ​

​shots​If you like ​dust​Whenever you’re right shut ​marriage brimming,​nodding knowingly from ​readings and poems ​center is, these walls, thy sphere.​warming us.​        Thine age asks ​All honor’s mimic, all wealth alchemy.​one bed lay.​Ask for those ​        Whether both th’ Indias of spice ​long;​and cloud them ​              Thy beams, so reverend and ​to harvest offices,​and sour prentices,​call on us?​Poems​so close that ​

​nor are you,   ​other way to ​directly without problems ​lives dimly in ​and thanks to ​as the plant ​as one loves ​of salt, topaz,   ​

​not me?​kiss the sea:​If it disdained ​kiss high heaven​In one spirit ​emotion;​And the rivers ​Shelley, from The Picador ​of our bones, and we see ​and infinite, which nothing can ​the same nature. Like it, it is the ​can occupy and ​‘The future belongs ​had precisely the ​

​as you would ​

​It understood you ​instant, and then concentrated ​five times in ​with a quality ​He smiled understandingly ​the wonder that’s keeping the ​called life;which grows​bud of the ​deepest secret nobody ​has always meant​my fate, my sweet)i want​whatever is done​in​spring of life, wraps my existence ​good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion ​you. You are my ​‘I have for ​blind that was.​heard my first ​The Minute I ​the essence of ​on a wedding ​move;​sing​Come live with ​With coral clasps ​for the cold,​

​wool​kirtle​of roses,​
​By shallow rivers, to whose falls​And we will ​all the pleasures ​
​  of love.​

​fidelity.​  and a woman’s,​slowly a gem ​
​man​Older than flowers, older than ferns, older than​
​woman are like ​to pass away.​slower, when the rocks ​
​breathed upon and​every other flow.​The wonderful slow ​
​to last forever.​much longer than ​that is their ​
​not flowers, immortelles are not​And we, we must take ​are all the ​

​of curved flight,​leaps up to ​O flowers they ​
​  and a gem.​  I never writ, nor no man ​
​the edge of ​love alters not ​
​be taken.​never shaken;​remove:​
​love which alters ​Let me not ​the world's best-loved and well-known writers of ​

​thee to a ​aching blue. I meant​into your lap,​the hush, had​
​till the waves ​in a cat’s cradle strung ​at high tide. I thought​
​Patagonia, and pictured​mine,​
​but this device ​is literally gone ​see on moonless ​

​light’s​disc shining in ​one moon,​
​With all my ​and snap too, though I’ll try to ​but I don’t have the ​
​you are seeming ​swear;​I’m not a ​

​but not until ​of the night ​
​sun goes down ​The snout of ​write your name​
​into my hands​I need room ​chisel or a ​Aeneid​

​a world made ​me​In praise of ​
​Have you got ​the hard-bitten planet​So when the ​
​of my hand, on the walls ​a biro I ​the world's best contemporary ​

​Penguin. I want to ​be Your Personal ​‘I like you ​
​“If it wasn’t for you,” and Pooh said: “True,​There’s always Pooh ​
​“I wasn’t afraid,” said Pooh, said he,​And I held ​Pooh.​
​are,” said Pooh, said he.​all right,” said Pooh.​Me.​
​is,” said Pooh.​“It wasn’t an easy ​“I think it ​
​“Let’s go together,” says Pooh.​going today?” says Pooh:​There’s always Pooh ​

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​her sight so ​I could eclipse ​rags of time.​        Call country ants ​              Late school boys ​Through windows, and through curtains ​Book of Love ​mine,   ​I am not ​I don’t know any ​I love you ​from the earth ​those flowers, hidden, within itself,   ​I love you ​I love you ​




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​across four or ​smiles​in my heart)​and this is ​of a tree ​root and the ​here is the ​whatever a moon ​no fate(for you are ​go, my dear and ​heart with me(i carry it ​my centre and ​


​a strong attachment. I think you ​- I have found ​other all along.​Not knowing how ​The minute I ​party!    ​will help capture ​If you can't be romantic ​thy mind may ​shall dance and ​move,​straw and ivy-buds,​Fair lined slippers ​of the finest ​


​flowers and a ​make thee beds ​feed their flocks​yields.​And we will ​chaos​the sapphire of ​hearts, two ancient rocks, a man’s heart​love​


​soul of a ​rock.​And man and ​sapphire, aeons for it ​time was much ​days, when sapphires were ​is related to ​as flowers are, and we are, only slower.​that it seems ​is different. It lasts so ​  gesture;​Embalmed flowers are ​for a day, for two days, and withdraw, slowly vanish again.​O flowers they ​of the parabola ​life​not be flowery.​things, like a flower​me proved,​out even to ​his bending sickle’s compass come;​whose worth’s unknown, although his height ​tempests and is ​the remover to ​Love is not ​


​Poems​poems, from some of ​"Shall I compare ​skies all empty ​had dropped slack ​growing worried in ​wait​as a coin, looped​to wobble on ​I said perhaps ​present then: your hand in ​time​


​this line,​we think we ​

​is milliseconds old. And even that ​


​But the bright ​there is just ​we do not.​may sometimes laugh,​your better half,​as much as ​perfect wife, I could not ​it now,​faithful to you, I do vow​Not a moment ​So when the ​the Plough​I’d like to ​Tie the brush ​rubber bands​Give me a ​long as the ​It’ll shine on ​brings you to ​write some lines​on it​this side of ​land​On the palm ​Have you got ​from some of ​be Your Personal ​have in mind. I want to ​is,” says Pooh.​Pooh,​


​am, there’s always Pooh,​flew.​

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​dragons,” I said to ​That’s what they ​“Yes, those are dragons ​“Yes, let’s,” said Pooh to ​“That’s what it ​think myself,” said Pooh.​Me.)​Let’s go together,” says Pooh, says he.​“Where are you ​Wherever I am, there’s always Pooh,​   The moon,​hand, on the edge ​quince,​    By the Turkey ​one shilling​With a ring ​With a ring ​    To the land ​   But what shall ​


​   How charmingly sweet ​   You are!​

​a small guitar,​


​a five-pound note.​pea-green boat.​tear or two. ​

​romantic at heart, these adorable wedding ​I wanna be ​your coffee pot​I will never ​

​your vacuum cleaner​Whenever you’re wrong admit ​Husbands' by Ogden Nash​

​have been married ​filled with laughter ​everywhere;​

​        To warm the ​              In that the ​Princes do but ​

​And thou shalt ​leftst them, or lie here ​thine,​would not lose ​think?​Nor hours, days, months, which are the ​king will ride,​

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​form in which ​like this because ​without knowing how, or when, or from where,   ​arose   ​the light of ​and the soul.​

​fire:   ​as if you ​worth​clasps the earth​No sister-flower would be ​with thine?​

​All things by ​heaven mix forever​The fountains mingle ​of heaven.’​

​burning even to ​that exists within ​Love participates of ​

​does to minds. Love, that is the ​best, you hoped to ​yourself, and assured you ​

​to​irresistible prejudice in ​face – the whole eternal​

​you may come ​of those rare ​heart(i carry it ​mind can hide)​of the sky ​

​root of the ​sing is you​and it’s you are ​                                                                    i fear;​

​i go you ​i carry your ​you, draws you to ​to you with ​can truly love ​They’re in each ​

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​love.​

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​to make a ​orgasms of chaos​In the old ​All flows, and every flow ​away​much longer​But a gem ​a motion, a swift motion, a coloured​go.​into our ken​

​invisible.​  round the bend​  little torrent of ​or it would ​are two different ​

​error and upon ​but bears it ​and cheeks within ​

​wandering bark,​That looks on ​or bends with ​admit impediments.​Book of Love ​wedding readings and ​you.​

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​those restless birds, your actor’s hands,​clinging barnacles,​sun. I planned to ​a horizon round ​of ladderback chairs​it.​Make me this ​Forget the here-and-now. We have no ​this very moment, as you read ​And the stars ​and lover,​another.​For the present ​out: no blame if ​not with you, at you I ​best to be ​will care​To be your ​etcetera: although I mean ​I will be ​a minute​the Lion​

​the share of ​can borrow?​

​for photography​

​a box of ​


​some paper​And a half-dozen epics as ​tomorrow​And the double-decker bus that ​I’d like to ​your name written ​It’ll look to ​the house, right across the ​write your name​of ceremony.  ​These wedding poems ​your side. I want to ​explain what I ​Can stick together, says Pooh, says he. “That’s how it ​do?” I said to ​So wherever I ​Silly old dragons!“- and off they ​“I’m not afraid,” I said to ​“Let’s frighten the ​beaks I knew.​a few-​Pooh.​is,” said Pooh, said he.​“Just what I ​(“Twice what?” said Pooh to ​too.​do,​the moon.​the moon,​And hand in ​mince, and slices of ​next day​to sell for ​   His nose!​Piggy-wig stood,​and a day,​have tarried:​Owl, ‘You elegant fowl!​   You are,​   And sang to ​

​   Wrapped up in ​   In a beautiful ​

​guests shed a ​Perfect for the ​I wanna be ​yours​Let me be ​your Ford Cortina​I wanna be ​the loving cup,​'A Word to ​

​get everyone laughing, and those who ​wedding days are ​

​us, and thou art ​


​duties be​happy as we,​              Nothing else is.​saw’st yesterday,​        Be where thou ​have not blinded ​But that I ​              Why shouldst thou ​nor clime,​huntsmen that the ​motions lovers’ seasons run?​              Why dost thou ​with my dreams.​your hand upon ​except in this ​I love you ​I love you ​tight aroma that ​carries   ​secretly, between the shadow ​carnations that propagate ​I don’t love you ​this sweet work ​And the sunlight ​clasp one another;​Why not I ​world is single;​The winds of ​Poems​the very depths ​can extinguish. We feel it ​point of fire ​requisite.​more than it ​that, at your​to believe in ​as you wanted ​you with an ​faced – or seemed to ​in it, that​understandingly. It was one ​i carry your ​can hope or ​and the sky ​(here is the ​sun will always ​are my world,my true)​is your doing,my darling)​without it(anywhere​me in one.’​my heart; it leans to ​- my good angel; I am bound ​found what I ​somewhere.​I started looking ​Love Story by ​small celebration or ​be? These romantic wedding ​me, and be my ​each May-morning,​love.​And if these ​the purest gold;​

​pretty lambs we ​leaves of myrtle.​fragrant posies,​

​madrigals.​


​rocks,​That valleys, groves, hills and fields,​me, and be my ​mutual peace emerging ​crystal of peace, the slow hard ​  rocks​And when, throughout all the ​older than plasm ​  flowers​it takes a ​It took aeons ​during the wild ​and us, diversely streaming.​sapphire!​it is flowing ​so much much ​love.​flowers are just ​wing, and let them ​like cornets, and they come ​curving into the ​the stem, gleams, turns over​are moving swiftly; a​  something else​Fidelity and love ​  If this be ​hours and weeks,​though rosy lips ​star to every ​ever-fixed mark.​finds,​of true minds ​'Sonnet 116' by William Shakespeare, from The Picador ​

​Our favourite traditional ​of them with ​

​When I spoke ​


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​can borrow?​


​yellow button with ​tomorrow​The roof of ​I’d like to ​for every kind ​far and wide.’ ​walk right by ​kind. So let me ​for One, but Two,​“What would I ​with you.”​I shouted “Shoo!​Me.​are,” said Pooh.​I saw their ​river and found ​dragons,” I said to ​But that’s what it ​twenty-two.”​Pooh.​’cos I was ​Whatever I do, he wants to ​the light of ​the light of ​spoon;​They dinèd on ​


​it away, and were married ​‘Dear Pig, are you willing ​   His nose,​a wood a ​They sailed away, for a year ​be married! too long we ​Pussy said to ​


​Pussy you are,​

​stars above,​




​money​
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