Wedding Reading

[Fantasia Sam]

My good friend is getting married in May and has asked me to give a reading - this is the reading I am giving and thought I'd share for others here, we've changed it just slightly:

Love is a temporary madness.
It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.
And when it subsides you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion.
That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Your roots grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom has fallen from your branches you find that you are one tree and not two.

-- Captain Corelli's Mandolin

Anyway thought it was beautiful and had to share. I know I found it hard to come across readings when I was planning my wedding.

 

[hiwaygal]

Oh, I like that, Sam!

We didn't do readings for our wedding but I had found a poem that I liked the lines and I put it in my vows:

From this day forward,
You shall not walk alone.
My heart will be your shelter,
And my arms will be your home.

There are some other poems here:

http://www.wedding-references.com/poetry_on_marriage.htm

 

[irisbud]

Those are so beautiful, and so true.

 

[Sleeping_Princess]

Ok I have to share my reading..

I am an English teacher and love Shakespeare so I thought it was only proper to have one of his sonnets included in my wedding

(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 fixed 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 proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.