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Civil Ceremony Library

CIVIL WEDDING CEREMONY LIBRARY



 

READING CHOICES

Sonnet 18 by William Shakesphere
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

Sonnet 116 by William Shakesphere
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.

Love by Roy Croft
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.

Excerpt from “The Good Morrow” by J. Donne
Let us possess one world; each hath one, and is one. My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp north, without declining west? Whatever dies, was not mix’d equally; If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.

There's no vocabulary... by T.S. Elliot
There is no vocabulary For love within a family. Love that is lived in But not looked at; Love within the light of which All else is seen; The love within which All other love finds speech. This love is silent.

The Colour of My Love by David Foster & Arthur Janov
I'll paint a sun to warm your heart Knowing that we'll never part. I'll draw the years all passing by So much to learn, so much to try. I'll paint my mood in a shadow blue, Paint my soul to be with you. I'll sketch your lips in shaded tones, Draw your mouth to my own. I'll trace a hand to wipe your tears And trace a look to calm your fears. A silhouette of dark and light To hold each other oh so tight. I'll paint the stars in the evening sky, Draw the light into your eyes, A touch of love, a touch of grace, To softly fall on your moonlit face. And with this ring our lives will start, Let nothing keep our love apart. I'll take your hand to hold in mine, And be together through all time.

How do I love thee? by 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 and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday'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 a passion put to use In my old griefs, 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.

Extract from Les Miserables by Victor Hugo
You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving The great acts of love are done by those Who are habitually performing small acts of kindness We pardon to the extent that we love Love is knowing that even when you are alone, You will never be lonely again And great happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved Loved for ourselves And loved in spite of ourselves.

A Walled Garden (Anon)
"Your marriage", he said, "Should have within it A secret and protected place, open to you alone. Imagine it to be a walled garden, Entered by a door to which only you have the key. Within this garden you will cease to be a mother, father, employee, Homemaker or any other roles which you fulfil in daily life. Here you are yourselves, two people who love each other. Here you can concentrate on one another's needs. So take my hand and let us go back to our garden. The time we spend together is not wasted but invested. Invested in our future and the nurture of our love".

Apache Wedding Blessing - Author Unknown
Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other. Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth to the other. Now there will be no loneliness, for each of you will be companion to the other. Now you are two persons, But there is only one life before you. May beauty surround you both in the journey ahead and through all the years. May happiness be your companion to the place where the river meets the sun. And may your days be good and long upon the earth.

A Wedding Blessing (traditional Irish)
May the road rise to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the warm rays of sun fall upon your home. May the hand of a friend always be near. May green be the grass you walk on. May blue be the skies above you. May pure be the joys that surround you. May true be the hearts that love you.

Eskimo Love Song
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ou are my husband, you are my wife. My feet will run because of you. My feet dance because of you. My heart shall beat because of you. My eyes see because of you. My mind thinks because of you. And I shall love, because of you.

Excerpt from Captain Corelli’s Mandolin by Louis de Bernières
Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your root was 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 fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.