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 Here is a list of 70+ wedding readings that you can use within your ceremony script to add a personal touch to your wedding day. If you don’t find what you are looking for in this list, I recommend including lyrics from your favourite love songs!


All of what I really need to know about how to live, and what to do, and how to be, I learned in Kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate school mountain, but there in the sandbox at nursery school. These are the things I learned…

Share everything.
Play fair.
Don’t hit people.
Put things back where you found them.
Clean up your own mess.
Don’t take things that aren’t yours.
Say sorry when you hurt somebody.
Wash your hands before you eat.
Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you. Give them to someone who feels sad.
Live a balanced life.
Learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day.
Take a nap every afternoon.
Be aware of wonder.

Remember the little seed in the plastic cup? The roots go down and the plant goes up
and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.

And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into the world,
it is best to hold hands and stick together.



Conjunction, assemblage, congress, union:
Life isn’t meant to be lived alone.
A life apart is a desperate fiction.
Life is an intermediate business:
a field of light bordered by love
a sea of desire stretched between shores.

Marriage is the strength of union.
Marriage is the harmonic blend.
Marriage is the elegant dialectic of counterpoint.
Marriage is the faultless, fragile logic of ecology:
A reasonable process of give and take
unfolding through cyclical and linear time.

A wedding is the conjoining of systems in which
Neither loses its single splendor and both are completely
transformed. As, for example,
The dawn is the wedding of the Night and the Day,
and is neither, and both,
and is, in itself, the most beautiful time,
abundant artless beauty,
free and careless magnificence.


I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both. I want to share every single one of your sunshines and save them for later. I will tuck them into my pockets so I can give them back to you when the rain falls hard. I want to be the mirror that reminds you to love yourself. I want to be the air in your lungs that reminds you to breathe. When the walls come down, when the thunder rumbles, when nobody else is home, hold my hand, and I promise I won’t let go.


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.


Today, let this light bless you
With these friends let it bless you
With snow-scent and lavender bless you
Let the vow of this day keep itself wildly and wholly
Spoken and silent, surprise you inside your ears
Sleeping and waking, unfold itself inside your eyes
Let its fierceness and tenderness hold you
Let its vastness be undisguised in all your days.


In marriage, you can always make time for laughter:

Laugh when people tell a joke. Otherwise you might make them feel bad.
Laugh when you look into a mirror. Otherwise you might feel bad.

Laugh when you make a mistake. If you don’t, you’re liable to forget how
ultimately unimportant the whole thing really is, whatever it is.

When you are around small children, laugh with them… They laugh at mashed bananas on their faces,
mud in their hair, a dog nuzzling their ears, the sight of their bottoms as bare as silk.
It renews your perspective. Clearly nothing is as bad as it could be.

Laugh at situations that are out of your control.
If the best man comes to the altar without the wedding ring, laugh.
When you find yourself in public in mismatched shoes, laugh — as loudly as you can.
Why collapse in mortal agony?
There’s nothing you can do to change things right now.
Besides, it is funny.

Finally, laugh when all your carefully laid plans get changed;
when the plane is late and the restaurant is closed
and the last day’s screening of the movie of the year was yesterday.
You’re free now to do something else, to be spontaneous…
to take a piece of life and treat it with outrageous abandon.



It’s so important to do something every day that will make you happy.
Just let go, and fall like a little waterfall.
That’s when you experience true joy. When you have no fear.
We’re gonna make some big decisions in our little world.
Don’t be afraid to make these big decisions.
Once you start, they just sort of make themselves.
That’s what makes life fun. That you can make these decisions.
That you can create the world you want.

Life is too short to be alone, too precious.
Share it with a friend.
It’s life. It’s interesting. It’s fun.
Let it make you happy.


May your marriage bring you
all the exquisite excitements a marriage should bring,
and may life grant you also patience,
tolerance, and understanding.

May you always need one another –
not so much to fill your emptiness
as to help you to know your fullness.
A mountain needs a valley to be complete;
the valley does not make the mountain less,
but more; and the valley is more a valley
because it has a mountain towering over it.
So let it be with you and you.

May you need one another, but not out of weakness.
May you want one another, but not out of lack.
May you entice one another, but not compel one another.
May you embrace one another, but not encircle one another.
May you succeed in all important ways with one another,
and not fail in the little graces.
May you look for things to praise, often say, “I love you!”
and take no notice of small faults.

If you have quarrels that push you apart,
may both of you hope to have good sense enough
to take the first step back.

May you enter into the mystery
which is the awareness of one another’s presence –
no more physical than spiritual,
warm and near when you are side by side,
and warm and near when you are in separate rooms
or even distant cities.

May you have happiness,
and may you find it making one another happy.

May you have love,
and may you find it loving one another.


I love you. Very simple, very truly. You’re the epitome of every attribute and quality I’ve ever looked for in another person… I can’t stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can’t look into your eyes without feeling that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can’t talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. I’ve never felt this before, and I like who I am because of it. There isn’t another soul on this planet who’s ever made me half the person I am when I’m with you. I’m forever changed because of who you are and what you’ve meant to me.


When we’re driving,
in the dark,
on the long road 
which lies empty for miles
when we’re weary

When the buildings
and the scrub pines
lose their familiar look,
I imagine us rising
from the speeding car

I imagine us seeing
everything from another place, 
 the top of one of the pale dunes
or the deep and nameless
fields of the sea 

And what we see is the world
that cannot cherish us
but which we cherish

And what we see is our life
moving like that,
along the dark edges of everything 

The headlights, like lanterns
sweeping the blackness 
believing in a thousand
fragile and unprovable things

Looking out for sorrow,
slowing down for happiness,
making all the right turns
right down to the thumping
barriers to the sea

The swirling waves,
the narrow streets,
the houses,
the past, the future

The doorway that belongs
to you and me.


The size and age of the Cosmos are beyond ordinary human understanding. Lost somewhere between immensity and eternity is our tiny planetary home. And yet our species is young and curious and brave and shows much promise. In the last few millennia we have made the most astonishing and unexpected discoveries. They remind us that humans have evolved to wonder, that understanding is a joy, that knowledge is prerequisite to survival. Our little planet floats like a mote of dust in the morning sky. All that you see, all that we can see, exploded out of a star billions of years ago, and the particles slowly arranged themselves into living things, including all of us. We are made of star stuff. We are the mechanism by which the universe can comprehend itself. The world is so exquisite with so much love and moral depth. We should remain grateful every  day for the brief but magnificent opportunity that life provides. The sum of all our evolution, our thinking and our accomplishments is love.


When you came,
you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you
burnt my mouth
with its sweetness.

Now you are
like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all
for I know your savour,
but I am completely nourished.


Love often knows no limits but overflows all bounds. Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of troubles, attempts more than it is able, and does not plead impossibility because it believes that it may and can do all things. For this reason, it is able to do all, performing and effecting much where one who does not love fails and falls.

Love is watchful. Sleeping, it does not slumber. Wearied, it is not tired. Pressed, it is not straitened. Alarmed, it is not confused, but like a living flame, a burning torch, it forces its way upward and passes unharmed through every obstacle.


a single word,
a wispy thing,
a word no bigger
or longer
than an edge.

That’s what it is:
an edge;
a razor.

It draws up
through the center
of your life,
cutting everything
in two.
Before and after.

The rest of the world falls away on either side.


Do you wanna come with me?
‘Cause if you do, then I should warn you,
you’re gonna see all sorts of things.
Ghosts from the past.
Aliens from the future.
The day the Earth died in a ball of flame.
It won’t be quiet,
it won’t be safe,
and it won’t be calm.
But I’ll tell you what it will be:
the trip of a lifetime!


Falling in love is like owning a dog.
First of all, it’s a big responsibility,
especially in a city like New York.
So think long and hard before deciding on love.

On the other hand, love gives you a sense of security:
when you’re walking down the street late at night
and if you have a leash on love
ain’t no one going to mess with you.
Because crooks and muggers think love is unpredictable.
Who knows what love could do in its own defense?

On cold winter nights, love is warm.
It lies between you and lives and breathes
and makes funny noises.
Love wakes you up all hours of the night with its needs.
It needs to be fed so it will grow and stay healthy.

Love doesn’t like being left alone for long.
But come home and love is always happy to see you.
It may break a few things accidentally in its passion for life,
but you can never be mad at love for long.
Is love good all the time? No! No!
Love can be bad. Bad, love, bad! Very bad love.

Love makes messes.
Love leaves you little surprises here and there.
Love needs lots of cleaning up after.
Sometimes you just want to get love fixed.
Sometimes you want to roll up a piece of newspaper
and swat love on the nose,
not so much to cause pain,
just to let love know “Don’t you ever do that again”!

Sometimes love just wants to go for a nice long walk.
Because love loves exercise.
It runs you around the block and leaves you panting.
It pulls you in several different directions at once,
or winds around and around you
until you’re all wound up and can’t move.

But love makes you meet people wherever you go.
People who have nothing in common but love
stop and talk to each other on the street.

Throw things away and love will bring them back,
again, and again, and again.
But most of all, love needs love, lots of it.
And in return, love loves you and never stops.


Do you remember still
the falling stars
that like swift horses
through the heavens raced
and suddenly leaped
across the hurdles
of our wishes
— do you recall?
And we did make so many!
For there were countless numbers of stars:
each time we looked above
we were astounded by the swiftness
of their daring play,
while in our hearts
we felt safe and secure
watching these brilliant bodies
knowing somehow
we had survived their fall.


Here’s a profundity, the best I can do: sometimes you just know… You just know when two people belong together. I had never really experienced that odd happenstance before, but this time, with you, I did.

Before, I was always trying to make my relationships work by means of willpower and forced affability. This time I didn’t have to strive for anything. A quality of ease spread over us. Whatever I was, well, that was apparently what you wanted…

To this day I don’t know exactly what you love about me and that’s because I don’t have to know. You just do.
It was the entire menu of myself. You ordered all of it.


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.


It is often said that it is love that makes the world go round.
However, without doubt, it is friendship which keeps our spinning existence on an even keel.

True friendship provides so many of the essentials for a happy life — it is the foundation on which to build an enduring relationship, it is the mortar which bonds us together in harmony, and it is the calm, warm protection we sometimes need when the world outside seems cold and chaotic.

True friendship holds a mirror to our failings, without destroying our sense of worthiness.
True friendship nurtures our hopes, supports us in our disappointments, and encourages us to grow to our best potential.

At first you came together as friends. Today, you pledge to each other not only your love, but also the strength, warmth and, most importantly, the fun of true friendship.


I didn’t fall in love with you,
I fought in love with you.
Round 15, breathing heavy, stinging softly, aching belly, trembling jaw
Unwavering stare.
You caught me.
I sparred, you danced.
You pulled me into the corner and you talked me into myself.
I loved you because I loved me.
Before you asked me to love you,
You moved mountains so I could love me.



As you are the Moon of their life,
they shall be your Sun and Stars.
Your love shall be as ever present
as those two celestial bodies…
Even though they are sometimes hidden
from one another’s sight.

Your love will be the guiding force
that charts the course of your tomorrows,
holds your world together in difficult times,
and will make life itself shine bolder and brighter
than we human beings have a right to dream of.


Gravitation cannot
be held responsible
for people
falling in love.

How on earth
can you explain
in terms of chemistry
and physics
so important
a biological phenomenon
as first love?

Put your hand
on a stove
for a minute
and it seems
like an hour.
Sit with that special someone
for an hour
and it seems
like a minute.
That’s relativity.


It’s neither red
nor sweet.
It doesn’t melt
or turn over,
break or harden,
so it can’t feel
It doesn’t have
a tip to spin on,
it isn’t even
just a thick clutch
of muscle,
mute. Still,
I feel it inside
its cage sounding
a dull tattoo:
I want, I want—
but I can’t open it:
there’s no key.
I can’t wear it
on my sleeve,
or tell you from
the bottom of it
how I feel. Here,
it’s all yours, now—
but you’ll have
to take me,


I belong in your arms
Finally, I have found a place
Into which I fit perfectly, safely
And securely with no doubts
No fears, no sadness, no tears.

Instead, this place is filled with happiness and laughter
And it is spacious enough, to allow me
The freedom to move around
To live my life and be myself.

This wonderful place,
Which I never believed really existed
I have found finally
Inside your arms,
Inside your heart,
Inside your love.


I am offering this poem to you,
since I have nothing else to give.
Keep it like a warm coat
when winter comes to cover you,
or like a pair of thick socks
the cold cannot bite through,

I love you.

I have nothing else to give you,
so it is a pot full of yellow corn
to warm your belly in winter,
and a scarf for your head, to wear
over your hair, to tie up around your face,

I love you.

Keep it, treasure this as you would
if you were lost, needing direction,
in the wilderness life becomes when mature;
and in the corner of your drawer,
tucked away like a cabin or hogan
in dense trees, come knocking,
and I will answer, give you directions,
and let you warm yourself by this fire,
rest by this fire, and make you feel safe,

I love you.

It’s all I have to give,
and all anyone needs to live,
and to go on living inside,
when the world outside
no longer cares if you live or die;

I love you.



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

i am never without it
i go you go, my dear;
and whatever is done 
by only me
is your doing, my darling)

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
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than soul can hope
or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart
(i carry it in my heart).


I like you and I know why.
I like you because you are a good person to like.

I like you because when I tell you something special, you know it’s special
And you remember it a long, long time.
You say, “Remember when you told me something special?”
And both of us remember.

When I think something is important
You think it’s important too.
We have good ideas.
When I say something funny, you laugh.
I think I’m funny and you think I’m funny too.
You know how to be silly.
That’s why I like you.

If I am getting ready to pop a paper bag,
then you are getting ready to jump.

I like you because when I am feeling sad
You don’t always cheer me up right away.
Sometimes it is better to be sad.
You want to think about things.
It takes time.

I like you because if I am mad at you
Then you are mad at me too.
It’s awful when the other person isn’t.

I can’t remember when I didn’t like you.
It must have been lonesome then.

Even if it was the 999th day of July,
Even if it was August,
Even if it was way down at the bottom of November,
I would go on choosing you
And you would go on choosing me
Over and over again
And that’s how it would happen every time.


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.
For putting your hand into my heaped-up heart
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 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 all
Just by being yourself.


‘I love you’ means
that I accept you
for the person that you are,
and that I do not wish
to change you
into someone else.

It means that I will love you
and stand by you
even through the worst of times.
It means loving you
even when you’re in a bad mood,
or too tired to do the things I want to do.
It means loving you
when you’re down,
not just when you’re fun to be with.

‘I love you’ means
that I know your deepest secrets
and do not judge you for them,
asking in return
that you do not judge me
for mine.
It means that I care
enough to fight for what we have
and that I love you enough
not to let go.

It means thinking of you,
dreaming of you,
wanting and needing you
and hoping you
feel the same way
for me.


Take into account that great love
and great achievements involve great risk.
And that a loving atmosphere in your home
is the foundation for your life.

Be gentle with the earth,
be gentle with one another.
When disagreements come,
remember always
to protect the spirit of your union.

When you realize you’ve made a mistake,
take immediate steps to correct it.
Remember that the best relationship is one
in which your love for each other
exceeds your need for each other.

So love yourselves,
love one another,
love all that is your life together
and all else will follow.


It’s you I like.
Not the things you wear,
Not the way you do your hair,
But it’s you I like.
The way you are right now.
The way down deep inside you.
Not the things that hide you.
Not your toys,
They’re just beside you.

It’s you I like.
Every part of you.
Your skin, your eyes, your feelings,
Whether old or new.
I hope that you remember
Even when you’re feeling blue,
That it’s you I like.
It’s you yourself.
It’s you.
It’s you I like.


I have for the first time found what I can truly love –
I have found you.
You are my sympathy — my better self.
I am bound to you with a strong attachment.
I think you good, gifted, lovely:
a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart;
it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life,
wrap my existence about you —
and, kindling in pure, powerful flame,
fuses you and me in one.


I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder and as a cloud loves bats. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you as a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will love you as the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was just struck by a shingle falling off a house. I will love you as a volunteer fire department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to leave a blimp and as a blimp operator loves to chase after it.

I will love you as a dagger loves a certain person’s back, and as a certain person loves to wear dagger proof tunics, and as a dagger proof tunic loves to go to a certain dry cleaning facility, and how a certain employee of a dry cleaning facility loves to stay up late with a pair of binoculars, watching a dagger factory for hours in the hopes of catching a burglar, and as a burglar loves sneaking up behind people with binoculars, suddenly realizing that she has left her dagger at home.

I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled…

 I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area…

 I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and now matter how I am discovered after what happens to me as I am discovering this.


Love is
Knowing my imperfections
yet having the grace to accept them.

Love is
The undying belief that I will be better.

Love is
The kind heart that treats me as though
I were already better.

Love, summarily, is
The perfection I feel
When you are with an imperfect me.


I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.


Marriage is ugly, you see the absolute worst in someone. You see them when they’re mad, sad, being stubborn, when they’re so unlovable they make you scream. But you also get to see them when they are laughing so hard that tears run down their face, and they can’t help but let out those weird gurgling noises.

You see them at 3am when the world is asleep except you two, and you’re eating in the middle of the kitchen floor. You get to see the side of them that no one else does, and it’s not always pretty. It’s snorting while laughing, it’s the tears when it feels like it’s all crashing down, it’s the farting, it’s the bedhead and bad breath, it’s the random dances, it’s the anger and the joy.

Marriage isn’t a beautiful thing, but it is amazing.

It’s knowing that someone loves you so much, and won’t leave you even though you said something nasty. It’s having someone have your back no matter what.

It’s fights over stupid things, like someone not doing the dishes or picking up after themselves. And it’s those nights you fall asleep in each other’s arms, feeling like there will never be enough time with them. It’s cleaning up their vomit, or just rubbing their back when they’re sick. It’s the dirtiest, hardest, most rewarding job there is.

Because at the end of the day you get to crawl into bed with your best friend, the weirdest, most annoying, loving, goofy, perfect person that you know.

Marriage is not beautiful, but it’s one heck of a ride.


Marriage is a commitment to life, the best that two people can find and bring out in each other. It offers opportunities for sharing and growth that no other relationship can equal. It is a physical and an emotional joining that is promised for a lifetime. Within the circle of its love, marriage encompasses all of life’s most important relationships. You are each other’s best friend, confidant, lover, teacher, listener, and critic.

Marriage deepens and enriches every facet of life. Happiness is fuller, memories are fresher, commitment is stronger, even anger is felt more strongly, and passes away more quickly. Marriage understands and forgives the mistakes life is unable to avoid. It encourages and nurtures new life, new experiences, and new ways of expressing a love that is deeper than life.

When two people pledge their love and care for each other in marriage, they create a spirit unique unto themselves which binds them closer than any spoken or written words. Marriage is a promise, a potential made in the hearts of two people who love each other and takes a lifetime to fulfil.


When things in your lives seem almost too much to handle,
when 24 hours in a day are not enough,
remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.
When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.
He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.
He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.
Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.
The students responded with an unanimous ‘yes.’

The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table
and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand.
The students laughed.

‘Now,’ said the professor as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.
The golf balls are the important things – your family, your health, your friends and your favorite passions –
and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car.

The sand is everything else – the small stuff.
‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ he continued, ‘there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.
The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you
will never have room for the things that are important to you.

‘Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18.
There will always be time to clean the house and fix the garbage disposal.
Take care of the golf balls first – the things that really matter.
Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.’

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented.
The professor smiled. ‘I’m glad you asked.
It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem,
there’s always room for a few beers with a friend.


I don’t know why things happen the way they do — why so much of our lives have been spent in heartache and disappointment.
Wrong timing. The wrong people. Unhappy situations. Not being our best and truest selves.

What I do know is that in you, I have finally found all I never dared dream I could deserve or have — the kind of love that is rare.
Being known in a way that touches the deepest parts of me. Accepted in a way that blows my mind.

In you, the love I have always desired to give now has a place to call home. I have been a skeptic, but you are my undeniable miracle. The questions don’t matter anymore. We have finally found each other, and that is enough.



I want to be your friend
For ever and ever without break or decay.
When the hills are all flat
And the rivers are all dry,
When the trees blossom in winter
And the snow falls in summer,
When Heaven and Earth mingle
Not ’til then will I part from you.


This is everything I have to tell you about love: nothing.
This is everything I’ve learned about marriage: nothing.

Only that the world out there is complicated,
and there are beasts in the night, and delight and pain,
and the only thing that makes it okay, sometimes,
is to reach out a hand in the darkness and find another hand to squeeze,
and not to be alone.

It’s not the kisses, or never just the kisses: it’s what they mean.
Somebody’s got your back.
Somebody knows your worst self and somehow doesn’t want to rescue you
or send for the army to rescue them.

It’s not two broken halves becoming one.
It’s the light from a distant lighthouse bringing you both safely home
because home is wherever you are both together.

So this is everything I have to tell you about love and marriage: nothing,
like a book without pages or a forest without trees.
Because there are things you cannot know before you experience them.
Because no study can prepare you for the joys or the trials.

Because nobody else’s love, nobody else’s marriage, is like yours,
and it’s a road you can only learn by walking it,
a dance you cannot be taught,
a song that did not exist before you began, together, to sing.

And because in the darkness you will reach out a hand,
not knowing for certain if someone else is even there.
And your hands will meet,
and then neither of you will ever need to be alone again.

And that’s all I know about love.



You are my friend. You like me when I’m dopey and not just when I’m smart. I worry a lot about pythons, and you understand. My toes point in and my shoulders droop, and there’s hair growing out of my ears. But you says I look good. You are my friend.

And I am your friend. I like you when you’re grouchy and not just when you’re nice. You worry a lot about werewolves, and I understand. There’s freckles growing all over you, except on your eyeballs and teeth. But I think look you good. I am your friend.

When my parakeet died, I called you. When my bike got swiped, I called you. When I cut my head and the blood came gushing out, as soon as the blood stopped gushing, I called you. You are my friend.

When your dog ran away, you called me. When your bike got swiped, you called me. When you broke your wrist and the bone was sticking out, as soon as they stuck it back in, you called me. I am is your friend.

It wouldn’t matter if two billion people said you robbed a bank, if you told me you didn’t, I’d believe you. Even if your fingerprints were found all over the dagger, if you said, “I’m innocent,” I’d believe you.

 If I told you a secret and people clonked you and bopped you, you wouldn’t tell what my secret was. And then if people bent back your fingers and wrestled you to the ground, you still wouldn’t tell what my secret was. And then if people said, “Speak up, or we’ll feed you to these piranhas,” I would forgive you for telling my secret.

Just because I call you a gorilla face, doesn’t mean that I’m not your friend.
Just because you call me a banana head, doesn’t mean that you’re not my friend.

Sometimes I get on the diving board and decide that I’ve changed my mind. But you wouldn’t laugh. You are my friend.
Sometimes I’m climbing up a tree and decide that I’d rather climb down. But you wouldn’t laugh. You are my friend.

And I am your friend. When you honestly and truly wanted to know if you walked like a kangaroo, I honestly told you. I am your friend. When you honestly and truly wanted to know if your feet were smelling stinky, I honestly told you. I am your friend.

You would try to save me if there was a tidal wave. You’d hunt for me if kidnappers stole me away. And if I was never found again, you could have my Instamatic. You are my friend.

I would try to save you if a lion attacked. I’d catch you if you jumped from a burning house. And if by mistake I missed the catch, you could have my stamp collection. I am your friend.

I’d never get my tonsils out if you didn’t too. You’d never move to China without me.
I’d give you my last piece of chalk. And you’d give me your last Chiclet.
Because you are my friend
And I am your friend



If I became lost in the multiverse,
exploring infinite parallel dimensions,
my only criterion for settling down somewhere
would be whether or not I could find you:
and once I did, I’d stay there
even if it was a world ruled
by giant spider-priests,
Or one where killer
robots won the Civil War,
or even a world where
sandwiches were never invented,
because you’d make it the best
of all possible worlds anyway,
and plus
we could get rich
off inventing sandwiches.

If the Singularity comes
and we upload our minds
into a vast computer simulation
of near-infinite complexity
and perfect resolution,
and become capable
of experiencing any fantasy,
exploring worlds bound only
by our enhanced imaginations,
I’d still spend at least
1,021 processing cycles a month
just sitting on a virtual couch with you,
watching virtual TV,
eating virtual fajitas,
holding virtual hands,
and wishing
for the real thing.


We need a witness to our lives. There are a billion people on the planet… I mean, what does any one life really mean? But in a marriage, you’re promising to care about everything. The good things, the bad things, the terrible things, the mundane things. All of it, all of the time, every day. You’re saying, ‘Your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it. Your life will not go un-witnessed because I will be your witness.’


Pairs of things that go together: 
Pigeons with park
Stars with dark
Sand with sea
and you with me.

Hats with heads
Pillows with beds
Sky with blue
and me with you.


Sooner or later we begin to understand that love is more than verses on valentines, and romance in the movies.
We begin to know that love is here and now, real and true, the most important thing in our lives.
For love is the creator of our favorite memories and the foundation of our fondest dreams.
Love is a promise that is always kept, a fortune that can never be spent, a seed that can flourish in even the most unlikely of places.
And this radiance that never fades, this mysterious and magical joy, is the greatest treasure of all — one known only by those who love.


It was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together…and I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched you. It was like coming home, only to no home I’d ever known. I was just taking your hand to help you out of a car, and I knew. It was like…magic.


I don’t think you can analyze love.
It’s the greatest mystery of all.
No one knows why it happens or doesn’t.
Love is a chance combination of elements.
Any one thing might be enough to keep it from igniting —
a mood, a glance, or a remark.
And if we could define love,
predict it,
it would probably lose its power.


Who knows how to make love stay?

What you have to do is work like hell
at making additional magic right from the start.
It’s hard work, but if we can remember to do it,
we greatly improve our chances of making love stay.

So how do we make love stay?

One: Tell love you are going to Junior’s Deli
on Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn
to pick up a cheesecake,
and if love stays, it can have half.
It will stay.

Two: Tell love you want a memento of it
and obtain a lock of its hair.
Burn the hair in a dime-store incense burner.
Face southwest.
Talk fast over the burning hair
in a convincingly exotic language.
Remove the ashes of the burnt hair
and use them to paint a mustache on your face.
Find love.
Tell it you are someone new.
It will stay.

Three: Wake love up in the middle of the night.
Tell it the world is on fire.
Dash to the bedroom window and pee out of it.
Casually return to bed and assure love
that everything is going to be all right.
Fall asleep.
Love will be there in the morning.


Life tells us we have to be more sensible
and you’ve got to do that,
and we grow out of our kid selves
and life is a journey
about not growing out of it really.

But the thing is,
you don’t have to climb Everest.
Adventures don’t have to be super extreme
to get what the heart of adventure is about.

To me,
adventure has always been
the connections and bounds you create
with people when you’re there.
And you can have that anywhere.


I will love you forever; whatever happens. Till I die and after I die, and when I find my way out of the land of the dead, I’ll drift about forever, all my atoms, till I find you again… I’ll be looking for you, every moment, every single moment. And when we do find each other again, we’ll cling together so tight that nothing and no one’ll ever tear us apart. Every atom of me and every atom of you… We’ll live in birds and flowers and dragonflies and pine trees and in clouds and in those little specks of light you see floating in sunbeams… And when they use our atoms to make new lives, they won’t just be able to take one, they’ll have to take two, one of you and one of me, because we’ll be joined so tightly.


Happiness in marriage is not something that just happens. A good marriage must be created. In 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 a day. It is never going to sleep angry. It is at no time taking the other for granted; the courtship should not end with the honeymoon, it should continue through the years.

It is having a mutual sense of values and common objectives. It is standing together facing the world. It is forming a circle of love that gathers the whole family. It is doing things for each other, not in the attitude of duty or sacrifice, but in the spirit of joy.

It is speaking words of appreciation and demonstrating gratitude in thoughtful ways. It is not looking for perfection in each other. It is cultivating flexibility, patience, understanding and a sense of humour. It is having the capacity to forgive and forget. It is giving each other an atmosphere in which each can grow old. It is a common search for the good and the beautiful. It is establishing a relationship in which the independence is equal, dependence is mutual and the obligation is reciprocal.

It is not only marrying the right partner; it is being the right partner.


I fell in love with
your courage,
your sincerity,
and your flaming self respect.
And it’s these things
I’d believe in,
even if the whole world
indulged in wild suspicions
that you aren’t all you should be.
I love you
and it is the beginning
of everything.


Let us be like
Two falling stars in the day sky.
Let no one know of our sublime beauty
As we hold hands with God
And burn
Into a sacred existence that defies—
That surpasses
Every description of ecstasy and love.


That Day, the saucers landed. Hundreds of them, golden,
Silent, coming down from the sky like great snowflakes,
And the people of Earth stood and
stared as they descended,
Waiting, dry-mouthed, to find out what waited inside for us
And none of us knowing if we would be here tomorrow
But you didn’t notice because…

That day, the day the saucers came, by some some coincidence,
Was the day that the graves gave up their dead
And the zombies pushed up through soft earth
or erupted, shambling and dull-eyed, unstoppable,
Came towards us, the living, and we screamed and ran,
But you did not notice this because…

On the saucer day, which was zombie day, it was
Ragnarok also, and the television screens showed us
A ship built of dead-men’s nails, a serpent, a wolf,
All bigger than the mind could hold,
and the cameraman could
Not get far enough away, and then the Gods came out
But you did not see them coming because…

On the saucer-zombie-battling-gods
day the floodgates broke
And each of us was engulfed by genies and sprites
Offering us wishes and wonders and eternities
And charm and cleverness and true
brave hearts and pots of gold
While giants feefofummed across
the land and killer bees,
But you had no idea of any of this because…

That day, the saucer day, the zombie day
The Ragnarok and fairies day,
the day the great winds came
And snows and the cities turned to crystal, the day
All plants died, plastics dissolved, the day the
Computers turned, the screens telling
us we would obey, the day
Angels, drunk and muddled, stumbled from the bars,
And all the bells of London were sounded, the day
Animals spoke to us in Assyrian, the Yeti day,
The fluttering capes and arrival of
the Time Machine day,
You didn’t notice any of this because…

You were sitting in your room, not doing anything
not even reading, not really,
just looking at your telephone,
wondering if I was going to call.


If any should ask why you are here, together, now, let it be said that you were brought here by a force stronger than suns, which is Will. Yours was not a random course, though chance strengthened it.

You were not always sure of the way, and some of steps have been slow, but your next step spans worlds. Time will not stop for the strongest: and though you must go where it takes you, without companions chosen by the will and the heart, the journey is empty, and there is nothing to measure the victories by.

You stand here with one another because together you possess infinity in a finite space of time, and your combined reach surpasses the mortal. You stand here with one another because you have seen in each other a shared task: and though the void may separate you, and matter must always fail, you shall never truly be apart, one from the other.

Together you take joint and equal command of the time still before you, to watch and to defend, to endure the cold and the fire, to stand until the last. None commanded that you should be here: you willed it be. Let strength and joy follow from it.


The key to love is understanding … 
The ability to comprehend not only the spoken word, 
but those unspoken gestures, 
the little things that say so much by themselves.

The key to love is forgiveness …. 
to accept each others faults and pardon mistakes, 
without forgetting, but with remembering
what you learn from them. 

The key to love is sharing … 
Facing your good fortunes as well as the bad, together;
both conquering problems, forever searching for ways
to intensify your happiness. 

The key to love is giving …
without thought of return, 
but with the hope of just a simple smile, 
and by giving in but never giving up. 

The key to love is respect …
realising that you are two separate people, with different ideas;
that you don’t belong to each other, 
that you belong with each other,
and share a mutual bond. 

The key to love is inside us all …
It takes time and patience to unlock all the ingredients 
that will take you to its threshold; 
it is the continual learning process that demands a lot of work … 
but the rewards are more than worth the effort… 
and that is the key to love.


It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon…
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me
and not shrink back.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,


And then, high up on an icy branch, a scarlet flash.
One more leaf holding tight.
“You’re here?” called the Little Yellow Leaf.
“I am,” said the Little Scarlet Leaf.
“Like me!” said the Little Yellow Leaf.
Neither spoke.
“Will you?” asked the Little Scarlett Leaf.
“I will!” said the Little Yellow Leaf.
And one, two, three, they let go and soared.


When Winter comes,
and singing ends,
when darkness falls at last;
When broken is the barren bough,
and light and labour past;

I’ll look for thee,
and wait for thee,
until we meet again;
Together we will take
the road beneath the bitter rain.

Together we will take
the road that leads into the West;
And far away will find a land
where both our hearts may rest.


Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can’t control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That’s what it was like for me. I didn’t plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of use could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once, and that’s why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory.


Within this blessed union of souls,
where two hearts intertwine to become one,
there lies a promise.

Perfectly born,
divinely created,
and intimately shared,
it is a place where the hope
and majesty
of beginnings reside.

Where all things are made possible
by the astounding love
shared by two spirits.

As you hold
each other’s hands
in this promise,
and eagerly look
into the future
in each other’s eyes,
may your unconditional love
and devotion
take you to places
where you’ve both only dreamed.

Where you’ll dwell
for a lifetime
of happiness,
in the warmth
of each other’s arms.


Marriage is a promise of companionship,
Of having someone to share
All of life’s experiences.

Marriage does not promise that there will
Not be any rough times,
Just the assurance that there will
Always be someone
Who cares and will help you through
To better times.

Marriage does not promise eternal romance,
Just eternal love and commitment.
Marriage cannot prevent disappointments,
Disillusionment, or grief,
But it can offer hope, acceptance,
And comfort.

Marriage can’t protect you from making
Individual choices
Or shelter you from the world,
But it will help to reassure you
That there is someone by your side
Who truly cares.

When the world hurts you
And makes you feel vulnerable,
Marriage offers the promise that there will
Be someone waiting to listen,
To console, to inspire.

Marriage is the joining of two people
Who share the promise
That only marriage can make…

To share the sunshine and the shadows,
And to experience a richer, more fulfilling life
Because of it.


In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call you, long distance,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When you doesn’t respond,
I know you’ve used up all your words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.


I feel good with you: I like your warmth and your bigness and your being-there and your making and your jokes and stories and what you read and how you like fishing and walks and pigs and foxes and little animals and you are honest and not vain or fame-crazy and how you show your gladness for what I cook you and joy for when I make you something, a poem or a cake, and how you are troubled when I am unhappy and want to do anything so I can fight out my soul-battles and grow up with courage and a philosophical ease.

I love your good smell and your body that fits with mine as if they were made in the same body-shop to do just that. What is only pieces, doled out here and there to this human and that human, that made me like pieces of them, is all jammed together in my you.

So I don’t want to look around anymore: I don’t need to look around for anything.


You are not the air that I breathe,
You are the sweet scent that drifts upon it.

You are not the sounds that I hear,
You are the music of my life.

You are not the food that I need,
You are the nourishment of my soul.

You are not my will to survive
You are my reason for living.

It is with you that I experience the wonders of the world.
It is with you that I triumph over the challenges in my path.

It is your partnership that will lead me to the fulfillment of my dreams.
It is your friendship that guides me as I learn and grow.

It is your patience and wisdom that calms my restless nature.
It is through you that I know my true self.

I do not take you for granted, I cherish you.
I do not need you, I choose you.

I choose you today in witness of all the people who love us.
I choose you tomorrow in the privacy of our hearts.

I choose you in strength and weakness.
I choose you in health and in sickness.
I choose you in joy and sorrow.

I will choose you, over all others,
every day for all the days of my life.


Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement.

They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather, they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful.

There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition, but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, a song, or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever.

Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby.

Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind, or even a storm cloud on the horizon.

You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day, and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend, and possibly a soul mate, who will remain loyal to the end.

Life seems completely different, exciting, and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.


Conjunction, assemblage, congress, union:
Life isn’t meant to be lived alone.
A life apart is a desperate fiction.
Life is an intermediate business:
a field of light bordered by love
a sea of desire stretched between shores.

Marriage is the strength of union.
Marriage is the harmonic blend.
Marriage is the elegant dialectic of counterpoint.
Marriage is the faultless, fragile logic of ecology:
A reasonable process of give and take
unfolding through cyclical and linear time.

A wedding is the conjoining of systems in which
Neither loses its single splendor and both are completely
transformed. As, for example,
The dawn is the wedding of the Night and the Day,
and is neither, and both,
and is, in itself, the most beautiful time,
abundant artless beauty,
free and careless magnificence.


May these vows and this marriage be blessed.
May it be sweet milk, this marriage, like wine and halvah.
May this marriage offer fruit and shade like the date palm.

May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day a day in paradise.
May this marriage be a sign of compassion,
a seal of happiness here and hereafter.

May this marriage have a fair face and a good name,
an omen as welcomes the moon in a clear blue sky.

I am out of words to describe how spirit mingles in this marriage.


We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.

Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.

Yet it is only love
which sets us free.


You will be the clouds
And I will be the sky.

You will be the ocean
And I will be the shore.

You will be the trees
And I will be the wind.

Whatever we are,
you and I
Will always collide.


Now comes the knitting, the tying, entwining into one,
Mysterious involvement of two, whole, separate people
Into something altogether strange and changing, new and lovely.

Nothing can be, we will never be, the same again:
Not merged into each other irrevocably, but rather
From now on we go the same way, in the same direction,
Agreeing not to leave each other lonely, or discouraged, or behind.

I will do my best to keep my promises to treasure you and keep you warm;
And we will make our wide bed beneath the bright
And ragged quilt of all the yesterdays that make us who we are,
The strengths and frailties we each bring to this marriage,
And we will be rich indeed.


What I learned about love, I learned from my dog:

Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joy ride.
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you’re not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.
Thrive on affection and enjoy back rubs and pats on your neck.
When you leave your yard, make it an adventure.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
No matter how often you’re scolded, don’t pout – run right back and make friends.
On cold nights, curl up together in front of a crackling fire.
When you’re excited, speak up.
When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Leave room in your schedule for a good nap.
Always give one another a friendly greeting.
If it’s not wet and sloppy, it’s not a real kiss.
And most importantly,
Love each other unconditionally.


I love that you get cold when it’s seventy-one degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour-and-a-half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely… It’s because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.


Because to the depths of me, I long to love one person,
With all my heart, my soul, my mind, my body…

Because I need a forever friend to trust with the intimacies of me,
Who won’t hold them against me,
Who loves me when I’m unlikable,
Who sees the small child in me, and
Who looks for the divine potential of me…

Because I need to cuddle in the warmth of the night
With someone I feel blessed to hold…

Because marriage means opportunity
To grow in love in friendship…

Because marriage is a discipline
To be added to a list of achievements…

Because marriages do not fail, people fail
When they enter into marriage
Expecting another to make them whole…

Because, knowing this,
I promise myself to take full responsibility
For my spiritual, mental and physical wholeness
I create me,
I take half of the responsibility for my marriage
Together we create our marriage…

Because with this understanding
The possibilities are limitless.


People are like cities: We all have alleys and gardens and secret rooftops and places where daisies sprout between the sidewalk cracks, but most of the time all we let each other see is is a postcard glimpse of a skyline or a polished square. Love lets you find those hidden places in another person, even the ones they didn’t know were there, even the ones they wouldn’t have thought to call beautiful themselves.


It seems to me
that the best relationships,
the ones that last,
are frequently the ones
that are rooted in friendship.

You know,
one day you look at the person
and you see something
more than you did the night before.
Like a switch
has been flicked somewhere.

And the person
who was just a friend is…
the only person
you can ever imagine yourself with.


I like you a lot.
You’re funny and kind.
So let me explain
What I have in mind.

I want to be Your Personal Penguin.
I want to walk right by your side.
I want to be Your Personal Penguin.
I want to travel with you far and wide.

Now lots of other penguins seem to do fine
In a universe of nothing but ice.
But if I could be yours and you could be mine
A cozy little world would be twice as nice.

I want to be Your Personal Penguin
I want to talk with you night and day.
I want to be Your Personal Penguin
I want to listen to whatever you say.

Look at these wings,
so perfect to hold you.
I’d like to say again
What I have already told you.
Let me be Your Personal Penguin
Form now on

Wherever you go, I’ll go there too.
Here and there and ev’rywhere
And always with you.
Imagine me, Your Personal Penguin?
I want to be Your Personal Penguin
From now on.



I wake up in your bed. I know I have been dreaming.
Much earlier, the alarm broke us from each other,
you’ve been at your desk for hours. I know what I dreamed:

Our friend the poet comes into my room
where I’ve been writing for days,
drafts, carbons, poems are scattered everywhere,
and I want to show her one poem
which is the poem of my life.

But I hesitate, and wake.
You’ve kissed my hair to wake me.

I dreamed you were a poem,
I say, a poem I wanted to show someone…
and I laugh and fall dreaming again
of the desire to show you to everyone I love,
to move openly together
in the pull of gravity, which is not simple,
which carried the feathered grass
a long way down the upbreathing air.



Bloor West Village, High Park, Swansea, and The Junction neighbourhoods in Toronto.