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.

Here in the space between us and the world

lies human meaning.

Into the vast uncertainty we call.

The echoes make our music,

sharp equations which can hold the stars,

and marvelous mythologies we trust.

This may be all we need

to lift our love against indifference and pain.

Here in the space between us and each other

lies all the future

of the fragment of the universe

which is our own.

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 every day'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 the 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 love thee better after death.

If thou must love me, let it be for naught

Except for love’s sake only. Do not say

"I love her for her smile--her look--her way

Of speaking gently,--for a trick of thought

That falls in well with mine, and certes brought

A sense of pleasant ease on such a day"--

For these things in themselves, Beloved, may

Be changed, or change for thee--and love, so wrought,

May be unwrought so. Neither love me for

Thine own dear pity’s wiping my cheeks dry:

A creature might forget to weep, who bore

Thy comfort long, and love thy love thereby!

But love me for love’s sake, that evermore

Though mayst love on, through love’s eternity.

Come live with me and be my love,

And we will all the pleasures prove

That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,

Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,

Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,

By shallow rivers to whose falls

Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses

And a thousand fragrant posies,

A cap of flowers, and a kirtle

Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool

Which from our pretty lambs we pull;

Fair lined slippers for the cold,

With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,

With coral clasps and amber studs:

And if these pleasures may thee move,

Come live with me, and be my love.

The shepherds’ swains shall dance and sing

For thy delight each May morning:

IF these delights thy mind may move,

Then live with me and be my love.

The institution of marriage was begun

that a man and a woman

might learn how to love

and, in loving, know joy;

that a man and a woman

might learn how to share pain and loneliness

and, in sharing, know strength;

that a man and a woman

might learn how to give

and, in giving know communion.

The institution of marriage was begun

that a man and woman

might through their joy,

their strength, and their communion,

become creators of life itself.

Marriage is a high and holy state,

to be held

in honor

among all men and women.

Marriage is a low and a common state,

to be built

of the stuff

of daily life.

Men and women are not angels, nor are they gods.

Love can become hatred;

joy, sorrow,

marriage, divorce.

But human beings are not condemned to failure.

The Fountains mingle with the River

And the Rivers with the Ocean,

The winds of Heaven mix for ever

With a sweet emotion;

Nothing in the world is single;

All things by a law divine

In one spirit meet and mingle.

Why not I with thine?-

See the mountains kiss high Heaven

And the waves clasp one another;

No sister-flower would be forgiven

If it disdained its brother,

And the sunlight clasps the earth

And the moonbeams kiss the sea:

What is all this sweet work worth

If thou kiss not me?

I do not offer the old smooth prizes,

But offer rough new prizes,

These are the days that must happen to you:

You shall not heap up what is called riches,

You shall scatter with lavish hand all that you

earn or achieve.

However sweet the laid-up stores,

However convenient the dwellings,

You shall not remain there.

However sheltered the port,

And however calm the waters,

You shall not anchor there.

However welcome the hospitality that welcomes you

You are permitted to receive it but a little while

Afoot and lighthearted, take to the open road,

Healthy, free, the world before you,

The long brown path before you, leading wherever

you choose.

Say only to one another:

Camerado, I give you my hand!

I give you my love, more precious than money,

I give you myself before preaching or law:

Will you give me yourself?

Will you come travel with me?

Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?

Love is a friendship that has caught fire.

It is quiet understanding,

mutual confidence,

sharing and forgiving.

It is loyalty through good and bad.

It settles for less than perfection,

and makes allowances for human weakness.

Love is content with the present.

It hopes for the future and it doesn’t brood over the past.

It’s the day-in and day-out chronicle of irritations, problems, compromises,

small disappointments, big victories, and working toward common goals.

If you have love in your life,

it can make up for a great many things you lack.

If you don’t have it,

no matter what else there is,

it is not enough,

so search for it, ask God for it,

and share it!

Happy is the moment, when we sit together,

With two forms, two faces, yet one soul,

you and I.

The flowers will bloom forever,

The birds will sing their eternal song,

The moment we enter the garden,

you and I.

The stars of heaven will come to watch us,

And we will show them

the light of a full moon

you and I.

No more thought of "you" and "I."

Just the bliss of union - - 

Joyous, alive, free of care,

you and I.

All the bright-winged birds of heaven

Will Swoop down to drink of our sweet water - -

The tears of our laughter,

you and I.

What a miracle of fate, us sitting here.

Even at the opposite ends of the earth

We would still be together,

you and I.

We have one form in this world,

another in the next.

To us belongs an eternal heaven,

the endless delight of

you and I.

When I met you, I had no idea

how much my life

was about to be changed...

but then, how could I have known?

A love like ours happens

once in a lifetime.

You were a miracle to me,

the one who was everything

I had ever dreamed of,

the one I thought existed

only in my imagination.

And when you came into my life,

I realized that what I

had always thought

was happiness

couldn't compare to the joy

loving you brought me.

You are a part of everything

I think and do and feel,

and with you by my side,

I believe that anything is possible.

(this day) gives me a chance

to thank you for the miracle of you...

you are, and always will be,

the love of my life.

Most Angels have wings and some have long hair,

They watch they listen, but mostly they care.

You may not see them or know where they are,

Yours could be goofy just sitting on a star.

Angels are people you have known in life,

A husband a father or maybe a wife.

The life may be over yet part never ends,

A friend a smile an Angel can lend.

So make sure your Angel knows, what they mean to you...

Just turn and whisper softly,

"Angel, I love you too"

If ever two were one, then surely we.

If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee;

If ever wife was happy in a man,

Compare with me ye women if you can.

I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold,

Or all the riches that the East doth hold.

My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,

Nor ought but love from thee, give recompence.

Thy love is such I can no way repay,

The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.

Then while we live, in love let's so persever,

That when we live no more, we may live ever.