Wedding Love Poems To Be Read At Ceremony
Choosing a wedding love poem for recital at your wedding can be a daunting task. However if you choose the perfect poem for the couple, it's easy.
Love poems for wedding recitals
For wedding ceremonies in sites other than a church, having extra entertainment for your guests is becoming more and more popular. It adds a little personal touch to the day and can be a welcome break from the formality of a wedding ceremony.
Many choose to have a soloist sing ‘their’ song or perhaps a harpist or flutist. Another potion is to have a guest or close friend recite the couples favourite reading or poem. Shorter works are often used because of time restrictions. Below are many popular choices for a modern and original wedding:
She Walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And so on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
On a Rosebud Sent to Her Lover
The tender bud within herself doth close
With secret sweetness till it prove a rose;
And then as fit for profit as for pleasure
Yields sweet content to him that gains the treasure:
So she that sent this, yet a bud unblown,
In time may prove a rose, and be your own.
To My Dear and Loving Husband
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 recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee mainfold I pray.
Then while we live, in love lets so persevere,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
The moth’s kiss first!
Kiss me as if you made believe
You were not sure, this eve
How my face, your flower, had pursed
Its petals up; so here and there
You brush it, till I grow aware
Who wants me, and wide open I burst.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest,
Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.