Wedding Invitation Wording Ideas with Poems

A Father's Fiancée

A father's fiancée is
An intended mother.
More than two are joined
This day in joy.
Though two may blossom
By the winged boy's fountain,
Other flowers are watered
By that love.

A Wedding Is the Entrance to a Marriage

A wedding is the entrance to a marriage:
One drives through, and suddenly one's there!
Stepping from a fairy tale carriage
Into quite ordinary air.
Life is now a dance, though beautiful,
Requiring intense coordination;
Each self becomes, in ways inscrutable,
More fully what it is in combination.
And we who love you wait, of course, outside
As you become through love that mystery:
One flesh made whole of separate groom and bride;
Two selves, one life; two notes, one harmony.
When you are one, we then may cherish two:
Loving not just one, but both of you.

Angels Just Love Weddings, Don't You Think

Angels just love weddings, don't you think?
No one sees them, but we know they're there,
Golden halos lassoing their hair,
Embodying a love beyond the brink.
Love draws them in like revelers to drink,
Alive in love, breathing love like air,
Amorous in ways we could not bear,
Needing us to be love's earthly link.
Do, then, with an angel's ecstasy,
Make your lives an amorous delight,
Intimate in ways both sure and sly,
Chaste but in the chamber of your love.
Heaven is not quite a fantasy;
Angels hover near, awaiting night.
Eden was a place where none was shy,
Loving as the naked lust might move.

Beauty Is the Radiance of Being

Beauty is the radiance of Being,
Opening a seam of inner sky.
Now we pause a moment beyond seeing,
Not at the heart of things but quite nearby,
In fields where all our deepest longings lie.
Each of us becomes a thing of beauty
As we are touched by love's unearthly grace,
Not meaning to transcend our chosen duty,
Demanding nothing more than we embrace,
More lovely than our hands or eyes can trace.
As ordinary days are filled with music,
Rejoicing in the glory of a song,
Kind hearts can dwell in beauty if they choose it,
Unseen by those who anger and do wrong.
So may love bring you beauty all life long.

Childhood Sweethearts Share an Innocence

Childhood sweethearts share an innocence
That, if they marry, lasts them all their lives,
An early sacrifice that makes no sense,
Save that something beautiful survives.
There is the sense that angels would do this,
A rightness like a rock before the sea,
A hunger for a symbiotic kiss,
For love as pure as it was meant to be.
And so it is for those who make that choice,
Who dare to love so faithfully and long
That each becomes to each a second voice,
Transforming merest moments into song.
How beautiful first love! Yet better still,
A love for life sustained by wish and will.

Exactly When Did Love Come to Your Hearts

Exactly when did love come to your hearts,
Vesting something one in something twain,
Exchanging simple wholes for complex parts,
Less purely self, more vulnerable to pain?
Yet passion often migrates into need,
Not needing much to crave unfeigned affection;
And so each craving does the other feed,
Need serving need as bond against rejection.
Doubt not such sweet sense can be sustained,
Not by passion, but by will and grace.
In long-lived love there's too much to be gained,
Convectively, to easy unembrace.
Oceans well up richly well within,
Letting go the air that we begin
Avidly to breathe, with passion burning,
So fraught with love no years can hold our yearning.

Flowers Are a Sign of Love and Beauty

Flowers are a sign of love and beauty.
Life with love can be a field of grace
Open to those wise in joy and duty,
Wild with passion, civilized as lace.
Each blossom that is carried down the aisle
Reveals the life we've longed for all the while:
Sweet-scented sunlight, lush as an embrace.

Flowers Symbolize Unbridled Passion

Flowers symbolize unbridled passion,
Love, and the attraction lust requires.
Of beauty born, they burn with hungry fires,
Waiting for the pleasures of possession.
Even so may lovers be drawn higher,
Rapture melting soon their self-obsession,
Swept up to tenderness by love's desires.

Getting Married Means You'll Have

Getting married means you'll have
Someone's hand to hold,
Even when you're feeling sick,
Even when you're old.

It means when you sit down to eat,
Someone will be there,
So you won't have to tell your day
To an empty chair.

It means that you can have some kids
Just like a mom and dad,
And play with them all afternoon,
Except when they are bad.

It means that when you need some help,
Someone will help out,
Someone always near to you
So you won't have to shout.

But best of all is when it's time
To turn out all the lights:
You won't have to be alone
Those long and scary nights.

So even though you don't have toys,
You don't have to care:
Once you're married you can be
Each other's teddy bear!

A Wedding Is a Party

A wedding is a party with,
Of course, a wedding cake.
But sometimes by the time it comes,
It's hard to stay awake.

People need to talk a lot,
And laugh and joke and kiss,
And cry - why do they cry? - and mention
God and love and bliss.

Two people have decided that
They'll share one house for life,
And call themselves, instead of friends,
A husband and a wife.

And so we have to get dressed up,
And eat a lot, and wait
For hours till they finally serve
The great big wedding cake.

All My Happiness Goes Out to You

All my happiness goes out to you:
Pride and pleasure, joy, sweet tears, and love!
Reason, hope, and faith together move
In harmony to bless all that you do.
Let this beginning be the golden dawn
At which all dew-drenched nature sings its glory!
Nor should the darkness shrouding every story
Dim the blue-eyed beauty of this morn.
More of life will come than you can hold:
A flood no mortal witness can withstand.
Rest, then, within a quiet, gentle hand,
Knowing where love is as you grow old.

As I Wait at the Head of the Aisle

As I wait at the head of the aisle
On Dad's arm, about to be wed,
I remember the light of your smile

In the days when I still was a child,
And you kissed me goodnight in my bed.
And I think, as I wait by the aisle,

Of an innocent world without guile,
An Eden where goodness is bred:
Lit by the light of your smile,

A place where one tarries awhile,
Sheltered from sorrow and dread.
I wait by the head of the aisle

With a gift that no years can defile,
A beauty no winter can shed.
And I walk in the light of your smile

To a life that was mine all the while,
And a love that is just as you said:
A love that waits down the aisle
For the warmth and the light of my smile.

Because like Roots We Intertwine

BEST MAN*

Because like roots we intertwine,
Planted in a single place,
Your happiness is also mine,

Deep as love's first blood-borne sign
In that most intimate of space.
Because like roots we intertwine

And each for each the world design,
Wrestling towards a common grace,
Your happiness is also mine

Though shared in ways we can't define,
Too true to touch, too vast to trace.
Because like roots we intertwine,

Obliterating every line
That might divide our long embrace,
Your happiness is also mine

As you with nuptial vows combine
That love might weave its buried lace.
Like roots, your lives will intertwine.
Then let your happiness be mine!

MAID OF HONOR

Because like roots we intertwine,
Living in a long embrace,
Your happiness is also mine,

Spilling over, just as wine
Must flood the heart's too narrow space.
Because like roots we intertwine

And each for each must life define
In ways too myriad to trace,
Your happiness is also mine,

A joy that knows no boundary line,
Nor limit to its golden grace.
Because like roots we intertwine

And over years did love refine,
Planted in our single place,
Your happiness is also mine

As you with nuptial vows combine
That love might weave anew its lace.
Like roots, your lives will intertwine.
Then let your happiness be mine!

*This poem assumes that the best man is the groom's brother and the maid/matron of honor is the bride's sister. If only one of these is true, you can use either of the poems, either of which would work for the best man or the maid/matron of honor.

From My Present Mountaintop

From my present mountaintop
I look back whence I came:
An unexpected passage through
Some bleak and rough terrain.

I look on what you did for me:
The years of borrowed days,
The sacrifice of liberty
That only love repays;

The grace with which you gave yourselves,
Though not without great cost,
Not blaming me for fortune's gift
Nor counting what was lost.

I feel a flood of gratitude
Like sunlight through my heart,
A light that lights the candle of
The life about to start.

Give Green Leaves for Money Trees

Give

green

leaves

for

money

trees.

Green

leaves

give

us

tender

shade.

Leaves

give

shade

to

shelter

love.

For

us

to

offer

leaves

unscathed,

Money

tender

shelter

leaves.

Well

watered

Trees

shade

love.

Unscathed,

watered

trees.