Quotes on Wedding Poetry

Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

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.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

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

If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)

Understand, I'll slip quietly away from the noisy crowd when I see the pale stars rising, blooming, over the oaks. I'll pursue solitary pathways through the pale twilit meadows with only this one dream: You come too.

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

And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

But love me for love's sake, that evermore_x000D_ _x000D_ Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.

Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.

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?

Let me not to the marriage of true minds _x000D_ _x000D_ Admit impediments: love is not love _x000D_ _x000D_ Which alters when it alteration finds.

I love thee with the passion put to use_x000D_ _x000D_ In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. _x000D_ _x000D_ I love thee with a love I seemed to lose_x000D_ _x000D_ With my lost saints,-I love thee with the breath, _x000D_ _x000D_ Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and, if God choose, _x000D_ _x000D_ I shall but love thee better after death.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.