Obviously poetry is very individual and important to choose the right poem for the ceremony. Here is a few of the many poems available

From "Gift From The Sea" by Anne Morrow Lindbergh

“When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible, in life as in love, is in growth, in fluidity - in freedom, in the sense that the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass, but partners in the same pattern. The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now. Relationships must be like islands, one must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits - islands, surrounded and interrupted by the sea, and continually visited and abandoned by the tides.”

Excerpt from ‘The Velveteen Rabbit’ by Margery Williams

"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."

An excerpt from 'A Farewell to Arms' by Ernest Hemingway

At night, there was the feeling that we had come home, feeling no longer alone, waking in the night to find the other one there, and not gone away; all other things were unreal. We slept when we were tired and if we woke the other one woke too so one was not alone. Often a man wishes to be alone and a woman wishes to be alone too and if they love each other they are jealous of that in each other, but I can truly say we never felt that. We could feel alone when we were together, alone against the others. We were never lonely and never afraid when we were together.

St Francis of Assisi prayer

Make me an instrument of peace, 
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
 where there is injury, pardon;
 where there is doubt, faith;
 where there is despair, hope;
 where there is darkness, light;
 where there is sadness, joy;Grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; 
to be understood as to understand; 
to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; 
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; 
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

When I give you my heart
I'll give you a treasure that cannot be bought
In the little things we share
I'll give you gifts of beautiful thoughts
Whenever you're not there
We'll share an awareness in all that we see
Of the wonders of life that surround -
From the tiniest leaf to the mightiest tree
That's where real treasures are found.
We'll cherish each sunset, each dawn, every breeze
And take time to gaze at the stars
The wonder of life will ever increase
As ever we follow one star -
Then soon, we will find through sharing all this
Two dreams have forged in one stream -
Sweeping to goals, united we'll share
In lives much richer by far

Loving You by Larry S. Chengges.
Your love is the best thing that has ever happened to me.
It has given my life new priorities and meaning and filled it with joy.
Thank you for giving so much of yourself and for helping me to discover so much about myself too.
Sometimes I think you know me better than I know myself.
When we are together love feels so right with you
And I miss you so much when we are apart.
I'll always be there for you and together I know we can make our dreams come true."

The Colour of My Love – David foster and Arthur Janov

I'll paint a sun to warm your heart
Knowing that we'll never part
I'll draw the years all passing by
So much to learn so much to try

I'll paint my mood in shades of blue
Paint my soul to be with you
I'll sketch your lips in shaded tones
Draw your mouth to my own

I'll trace a hand to wipe your tears
A trace a look to calm your fears
A silhouette of dark and light
To hold each other oh so tight

I’ll paint the stars in the evening sky
Draw the light into your eyes
A touch of love, a touch of grave,
To softly fall on your moonlit face

And with this ring our lives will start
Let nothing ever keep our love apart
I’ll take your hand to hold in mine
And be together through all time.

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