12 Romantic Love Poems For Your Wedding Ceremony<\/h2>\n
Our Souls Are Mirrors<\/em> by Rupi Kaur<\/h3>\n
god must have kneaded you and i
\nfrom the same dough
\nrolled us out as one on the baking sheet
\nmust have suddenly realized
\nhow unfair it was
\nto put that much magic in one person
\nand sadly split that dough in two
\nhow else is it that
\nwhen i look in the mirror
\ni am looking at you
\nwhen you breathe
\nmy own lungs fill with air
\nthat we just met but we
\nhave known each other our whole lives
\nif we were not made as one to begin with<\/p>\n
To Love is Not to Possess<\/em> by James Kavanaugh<\/h3>\n
To love is not to possess,
\nTo own or imprison,
\nNor to lose one’s self in another.
\nLove is to join and separate,
\nTo walk alone and together,
\nTo find a laughing freedom
\nThat lonely isolation does not permit.
\nIt is finally to be able
\nTo be who we really are
\nNo longer clinging in childish dependency
\nNor docilely living separate lives in silence,
\nIt is to be perfectly one’s self
\nAnd perfectly joined in permanent commitment
\nTo another–and to one’s inner self.
\nLove only endures when it moves like waves,
\nReceding and returning gently or passionately,
\nOr moving lovingly like the tide
\nIn the moon’s own predictable harmony,
\nBecause finally, despite a child’s scars
\nOr an adult’s deepest wounds,
\nThey are openly free to be
\nWho they really are–and always secretly were,
\nIn the very core of their being
\nWhere true and lasting love can alone abide.<\/p>\n
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Image by Five Fox’s Photography<\/a><\/p><\/div>\n
The Earth Turned to Bring Us Closer<\/em> by Eugenio Montejo<\/h3>\n
The earth turned to bring us closer,
\nit spun on itself and within us,
\nand finally joined us together in this dream
\nas written in the Symposium.
\nNights passed by, snowfalls and solstices;
\ntime passed in minutes and millennia.
\nAn ox cart that was on its way to Nineveh
\narrived in Nebraska.
\nA rooster was singing some distance from the world,
\nin one of the thousand pre-lives of our fathers.
\nThe earth was spinning with its music carrying us on board;
\nit didn’t stop turning a single moment
\nas if so much love, so much that’s miraculous
\nwas only an Adagio written long ago
\nin the Symposium’s score.<\/p>\n
I’ll Be There For You<\/em> by Louise Cuddon<\/h3>\n
I’ll be there my darling, through thick and through thin
\nWhen your mind’s in a mess and your head’s in a spin
\nWhen your plane’s been delayed, and you’ve missed the last train.
\nWhen life is just threatening to drive you insane
\nWhen your thrilling whodunit has lost its last page
\nWhen somebody tells you, you’re looking your age
\nWhen your coffee’s too cool, and your wine is too warm
\nWhen the forecast said “Fine”, but you’re out in a storm
\nWhen your quick break hotel, turns into a slum
\nAnd your holiday photos show only your thumb
\nWhen you park for five minutes in a resident’s bay
\nAnd return to discover you’ve been towed away
\nWhen the jeans that you bought in hope or in haste
\nJust stick on your hips and don’t reach round your waist
\nWhen the food you most like brings you out in red rashes
\nWhen as soon as you boot up the bloody thing crashes
\nSo my darling, my sweetheart, my dear…
\nWhen you break a rule, when you act the fool
\nWhen you’ve got the flu, when you’re in a stew
\nWhen you’re last in the queue, don’t feel blue’cause
\nI’m telling you, I’ll be there.<\/p>\n
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Image by Tahnee Jade Photography<\/a><\/p><\/div>\n
Variations On The Word Love<\/em> by Margaret Atwood<\/h3>\n
This is a word we use to plug
\nholes with. It’s the right size for those warm
\nblanks in speech, for those red heart-
\nshaped vacancies on the page that look nothing
\nlike real hearts. Add lace
\nand you can sell
\nit. We insert it also in the one empty
\nspace on the printed form
\nthat comes with no instructions. There are whole
\nmagazines with not much in them
\nbut the word love, you can
\nrub it all over your body and you
\ncan cook with it too. How do we know
\nit isn’t what goes on at the cool
\ndebaucheries of slugs under damp
\npieces of cardboard? As for the weed-
\nseedlings nosing their tough snouts up
\namong the lettuces, they shout it.
\nLove! Love! sing the soldiers, raising
\ntheir glittering knives in salute.<\/p>\n
Then there’s the two
\nof us. This word
\nis far too short for us, it has only
\nfour letters, too sparse
\nto fill those deep bare
\nvacuums between the stars
\nthat press on us with their deafness.
\nIt’s not love we don’t wish
\nto fall into, but that fear.
\nThis word is not enough but it will
\nhave to do. It’s a single
\nvowel in this metallic
\nsilence, a mouth that says
\nO again and again in wonder
\nand pain, a breath, a finger
\ngrip on a cliffside. You can
\nhold on or let go.<\/p>\n
Roads Go Ever Ever On<\/em> by J.R.R Tolkien<\/h3>\n
Roads go ever ever on,
\nOver rock and under tree,
\nBy caves where never sun has shone,
\nBy streams that never find the sea;
\nOver snow by winter sown,
\nAnd through the merry flowers of June,
\nOver grass and over stone,
\nAnd under mountains in the moon.
\nRoads go ever ever on
\nUnder cloud and under star,
\nYet feet that wandering have gone
\nTurn at last to home afar.
\nEyes that fire and sword have seen
\nAnd horror in the halls of stone
\nLook at last on meadows green
\nAnd trees and hills they long have known.<\/p>\n
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Touched By an Angel<\/em> by Maya Angelou<\/h3>\n
We, unaccustomed to courage
\nexiles from delight
\nlive coiled in shells of loneliness
\nuntil love leaves its high holy temple
\nand comes into our sight
\nto liberate us into life.<\/p>\n
Love arrives
\nand in its train come ecstasies
\nold memories of pleasure
\nancient histories of pain.
\nYet if we are bold,
\nlove strikes away the chains of fear
\nfrom our souls.<\/p>\n
We are weaned from our timidity
\nIn the flush of love’s light
\nwe dare be brave
\nAnd suddenly we see
\nthat love costs all we are
\nand will ever be.
\nYet it is only love
\nwhich sets us free.<\/p>\n
Love Song<\/em> by Henry Dumas<\/h3>\n
Beloved,
\nI have to adore the earth:<\/p>\n
The wind must have heard
\nyour voice once.
\nIt echoes and sings like you.<\/p>\n
The soil must have tasted
\nyou once.
\nIt is laden with your scent.<\/p>\n
The trees honor you
\nin gold
\nand blush when you pass.<\/p>\n
I know why the north country
\nis frozen.
\nIt has been trying to preserve
\nyour memory.<\/p>\n
I know why the desert
\nburns with fever.
\nIt was wept too long without you.<\/p>\n
On hands and knees,
\nthe ocean begs up the beach,
\nand falls at your feet.<\/p>\n
I have to adore
\nthe mirror of the earth.
\nYou have taught her well
\nhow to be beautiful.<\/p>\n
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The Passionate Shephard to His Love<\/em> by Christopher Marlowe<\/h3>\n
Come live with me and be my love,
\nAnd we will all the pleasures prove,
\nThat Valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
\nWoods, or steepy mountain yields.<\/p>\n
And we will sit upon the Rocks,
\nSeeing the Shepherds feed their flocks,
\nBy shallow Rivers to whose falls
\nMelodious birds sing Madrigals.<\/p>\n
And I will make thee beds of Roses
\nAnd a thousand fragrant posies,
\nA cap of flowers, and a kirtle
\nEmbroidered all with leaves of Myrtle;<\/p>\n
A gown made of the finest wool
\nWhich from our pretty Lambs we pull;
\nFair lined slippers for the cold,
\nWith buckles of the purest gold;<\/p>\n
A belt of straw and Ivy buds,
\nWith Coral clasps and Amber studs:
\nAnd if these pleasures may thee move,
\nCome live with me, and be my love.<\/p>\n
The Shepherds’ Swains shall dance and sing
\nFor thy delight each May-morning:
\nIf these delights thy mind may move,
\nThen live with me, and be my love.<\/p>\n
Unending Love<\/em> by Rabindranath Tagore<\/h3>\n
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
\nIn life after life, in age after age, forever.
\nMy spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
\nThat you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
\nIn life after life, in age after age, forever.<\/p>\n
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
\nIts ancient tale of being apart or together.
\nAs I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
\nClad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
\nYou become an image of what is remembered forever.<\/p>\n
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
\nAt the heart of time, love of one for another.
\nWe have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same
\nShy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
\nOld love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.<\/p>\n
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
\nThe love of all man’s days both past and forever:
\nUniversal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
\nThe memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
\nAnd the songs of every poet past and forever.<\/p>\n
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Image by Jordan Voth<\/a><\/p><\/div>\n
I Carry Your Heart With Me<\/em> by e.e. cummings<\/h3>\n
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
\nmy heart) i am never without it (anywhere
\ni go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
\nby only me is your doing, my darling)
\ni fear
\nno fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
\nno world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
\nand it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
\nand whatever a sun will always sing is you<\/p>\n
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
\n(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
\nand the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
\nhigher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
\nand this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart<\/p>\n
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)<\/p>\n
Soneto 17<\/em> by Pablo Neruda<\/h3>\n
No te amo como si fueras de sal, topacio
\no flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
\nte amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
\nsecretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.<\/p>\n
Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
\ndentro de si, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
\ny gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
\nel apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.<\/p>\n
Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
\nte amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
\nasi te amo porque no se amar de otra manera,<\/p>\n
sino asi de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
\ntan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mia,
\ntan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.<\/p>\n
Sonnet 17<\/em> by Pablo Neruda (translated by Stephen Tapscott)<\/em><\/h3>\n
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
\nor the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
\nI love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
\nin secret, between the shadow and the soul.<\/p>\n
I love you as the plant that never blooms
\nbut carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
\nthanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
\nrisen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.<\/p>\n
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
\nI love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
\nso I love you because I know no other way<\/p>\n
than this: where I <\/em>does not exist, nor you,<\/em>
\nso close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
\nso close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.<\/p>\n
After Love Poems<\/h2>\n
We adore these love poems to read at wedding ceremonies. Whether they are used it in lieu of more traditional pieces of the ceremony, read by a close friend or relative, or even read from one of you to the other, these love poems have a way of touching our hearts more closely than we know—especially the moment before “I do.”<\/p>\n
While you’re working on your wedding ceremony, here are a few more sentimental unity ceremony ideas<\/a> we’ve collected. Of course, once those are complete, you’ll need the perfect recessional song<\/a> to walk back down the aisle.<\/p>\n
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