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Table of Contents
- Chapter One of One Thousand
- Apache Blessing
- The Art of Marriage
- A Wedding Message
- Us Two
- Marriage is love
- These I Can Promise
- On Your Wedding Day
- When you Marry
- A Good Celebration Cake
- Soul Mate
- Saga Song
- Maybe
- Yes, I'll Marry You, My Dear
- My Daughter’s Wedding Day
- A Walled Garden
- The Wedding Vow
- Extract from ‘Captain Corelli’s Mandolin’
- Promise
- The Life that I have
Chapter One of One Thousand
By OJ Preston
For two people this dawn brought on a magical day Now husband and wife they head on their way As a boat setting sail may their journey begin With calmest of waters, most helpful of wind And if they should stumble upon turbulent sea May it pass them unharming – leave them be.
For here are two people whom love has well bitten Here opens their book which has yet to be written As the first page unfolds and their life inks its path May it write a true story where forever love lasts Let their journey be happy till death do they part Of one thousand chapters may this be the start.
The Art of Marriage
A good marriage must be created. In the marriage, the little things are the big things. It is never being too old to hold hands. It is remembering to say, “I love you” at least once each day. It is never going to sleep angry. It is having a mutual sense of values and common objectives. It is standing together and facing the world. It is forming a circle of love that gathers in the whole family. It is speaking words of appreciation and demonstrating gratitude in thoughtful ways. It is having the capacity to forgive and forget. It is giving each other an atmosphere in which each can grow. It is a common search for the good and the beautiful. It is not only marrying the right person. It is being the right partner.
A Wedding Message
Amanda Bradley
To love is to share life together. To build special plans just for two. To work side by side And then smile with pride As, one by one, dreams all come true
To love is to help and encourage With smiles and sincere words of praise To take time to share To listen and care In tender, affectionate ways
To love is to have someone special On whom you can always depend To be there through the years Sharing laughter and tears As a partner, a lover, a friend
To love is to make special memories Of moments you love to recall Of all the good things That married life brings Love is the greatest of all.
Marriage is love
By Chris Ardis
Marriage is love, Walking hand in hand together. It is laughing with each other about silly little things with care and tenderness. In marriage. Love is trusting each other when you are apart. It’s getting over disappointments and hurts knowing that these are present in all relationships. It’s the realisation that there is no one else in this world that you’d rather be with than the one you’re married to. It’s thinking of new things to do together. It’s growing old together. Marriage is being in love for the rest of your life.
These I Can Promise
I cannot promise you a life of sunshine; I cannot promise riches, wealth or gold; I cannot promise you an easy pathway that leads away from change or growing old.
But I can promise all my heart’s devotion, a smile to chase away your tears of sorrow, a love that’s ever true and ever growing, a hand to hold in yours through each tomorrow.
When you Marry
By Susan Branch
“When you marry her, love her. After you marry her, study her. When she is blue, cheer her. When she is talkative, by all means listen to her. If she dresses well, compliment her. When she is cross, humour her. If she is jealous, cure her. If she is lonely, comfort her. When she looks pretty, tell her so. Let her feel you understand her. But never let her know she isn’t the boss.
When you marry him, love him. After your marry him, study him. If he is secretive, trust him. If he is sad, cheer him. When he is talkative, listen to him. When he is quarrelsome, ignore him. If he is jealous, cure him. If he cares nought for pleasure, coax him. If he favours society, accompany him. When he deserves it, kiss him. Let him think you understand him. But never let him know you manage him.”
A Good Celebration Cake
Author unknown
4Ib of Love ½ of good looks 1 lb of sweet temper 1 lb of butter of youth 1 lb of blindness of faults 1 lb of pounded wit 1 lb of good humour 2 tbs of sweet argument 1 pint of rippling laughter 1 wine glass of common sense A dash of modesty
Put the love, good looks and a sweet temper into a well-furnished house. Beat the butter of youth to a cream and mix well together with the blindness of faults. Stir the pounded wit and good humour into the sweet argument, then add the rippling laughter and common sense. Work the whole together until everything is well mixed, and bake gently for ever.
Saga Song
Love me when I’m old and shocking Peel off my elastic stockings Swing me from the chandeliers Let’s be randy bad old dears.
Push around my chromed bath chair Let me tease your white chest hair Scaring children, swapping dentures Let us have some great adventures.
Take me to the dogs and bingo Teach me how to speak the lingo Bone my eels and ring me tea Show me how it’s meant to be.
Take me to your special places Watching all the puzzled faces You in shorts and socks and sandals Me with warts and huge love-handles.
As the need for love enthrals Wrestle with my damp proof smalls Make me laugh without constraint Buy me chocolate body paint.
Hold me safe throughout the night When my hair has turned to white Believe me when I say it’s true I’ve waited all my lives for you.
Maybe
Maybe.. we are supposed to meet the wrong people before meeting the Right one so that, when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.
Maybe… It is true that we don’t know what we have got until we lose it, but is also true that we don’t know what we have been missing until it arrives
Maybe… the happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.
Maybe… the best kind of love is the kind you can sit on a sofa together and never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you’ve ever had.
Maybe… you shouldn’t go for looks; they can deceive. Don’t go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile, because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile.
Maybe… you should hope for enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy.
Maybe… love is not about finding the perfect person, it’s about learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
Maybe… it’s not just about finding the right person, it is about being the right partner.
My Daughter’s Wedding Day
It’s here at last, your wedding day. You make a stunning bride. You’ll leave here Mrs__________ With you husband by your side. Just reminiscing, looking back as I stand and look at you. The time has flown so quickly – Where have the years gone to?
I turned to see my little girl Come walking up the aisle, Leaning on her father’s arm Her face a beaming smile. Her eyes are filled with tenderness, And mine are filled with tears, As I look back on childhood days, And then to teenage years.
We’ve had so many lovely times, We’ve shared so many things – Thoughts, ambitions, dreams, desires And hopes that soared on wings. But now I have to let you go, My thoughts are in a whirl - This lovely radiant woman Is still my little girl.
A Walled Garden
‘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 you only hold the key. Within this garden you will cease to be a mother, father, employee, homemaker or any other of the 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.
And so we made our walled garden. Time that was kept for us alone. At first we went there often, enjoying each other’s company, sharing secrets, growing closer. But now our days are packed with plans and people. Conversation has become a message scribbled on a pad. The door into our garden is almost hidden by rank weeds of busy-ness. We claim we have no time because we have forgotten. Forgotten that love grows if it is tended, and if neglected dies.
But we can always make time for what is the most important in our lives. So take my hand and let us go back to our garden. The time we spend together is not wasted but invested. Invested in the future and the nature of our love.
Extract from ‘Captain Corelli’s Mandolin’
(The advice a father gives his daughter about marriage)
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like a volcano and then it subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathless, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. 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.
Your mother and I had it. We had the roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two. But sometimes the petals fall away and the roots have not entwined. Imagine giving up your home and your people, only to discover after six months, a year, three years that the trees have had no roots and have fallen over. Imagine the desolation. Imagine the imprisonment.
