I wrote this for our wedding… and now I have to write something similar for my eldest daughters civil wedding to her wonderful partner Liz. I am giving Becky away but there are so many reservations imposed by the registry office, including handing over a copy for vetting and possible editing that I thought no 'way'… so Ill be reading it at the reception instead.8-)
This is Janet's poem:-)
[b]You Are My Bower[/b]
You are my bower, my summerhouse laden with favourite flowers
Scented and lovely – pastels and bright blazes, all petals and peace
When the sun is high, fierce and unforgiving and beating on my brow
It is to you I turn for shade and shelter, for cooling comfort and repose
At the tide of autumn, you are my harvest home, my house of leaves
Russet and golden, supple boughs bending to offer fruits and fragrance
When the sun is setting and the owl's light brings in the chill of evening
It is to you I turn for wine and the lingering rose of my Indian summer
When winter comes howling, you are my hearthstone, my home, my harbour
Drawn together, wrapped in Yuletide contentment and cozy consolation
When the sun sleeps or skims the surface, fooling neither bud nor blossom
It is to you that I turn for inspiration, spurning fears and easy hibernation
And when times springs the eternal promise, all shyness and birdsong
Youthful and dancing, radiant and racing, blood rushed and star rising
When the sun seeps into my heart and bones and sends me leaping and fervent
It is to you that I turn for smiles and approval and signs of loving confirmation
Equinox and solstice twinned, seasoned summers, autumns, winters and springs
All may come and pass our way, revolving around this, our hallowed world
So whether the sun is high, setting, sleeping or seeping, this I know full and well
It is to you that I turn to share my love and love you now I do and always will.
Dai.
tom 12 years, 1 month ago.
