Bride Wedding Poems and Vows

God with honour hang your head, Groom, and grace you, bride, your bed With lissome scions, sweet scions, Out of hallowed bodies bred.
Each be other's comfort kind: Déep, déeper than divined, Divine charity, dear charity, Fast you ever, fast bind.
Then let the March tread our ears: I to him turn with tears Who to wedlock, his wonder wedlock, Déals tríumph and immortal years.

I have waited for you forever, it seems But I always knew you would come. I have seen your face in a million sweet dreams My husband, my Lover, my Chum. I have chosen to walk your path with you; To always stay right by your side. I promised God that, when I said, "I do" As your loving and loyal Bride. I am not afraid to tackle this life As long as we walk here, as one. I am so very proud to be your Wife My husband, my Lover, my Chum.

A FEAST was in a village spread,-- It was a wedding-day, they said.
The parlour of the inn I found, And saw the couples whirling round, Each lass attended by her lad, And all seem'd loving, blithe, and glad; But on my asking for the bride, A fellow with a stare, replied: "'Tis not the place that point to raise! We're only dancing in her honour; We now have danced three nights and days, And not bestowed one thought upon her.
" * * * * Whoe'er in life employs his eyes Such cases oft will recognise.
1821.
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You made me see who you really are, and the worst one so far. But I leave this world cold and lonely, I have these five words for you only. I hate you forever now, and that is all that matters anyhow. Why did you leave me unhappy and depressed, and I bet you knew all the rest. Dont worry and trust me for what Im about to say, my soul is here to haunt you and its here to stay. You can run but you cant hide, from your lonely souled bride who died.

Are you the one, the bride I try to find? Still haven't met you, how can I make up my mind? How am I to know? How am I to decide? Waiting for the questions to get demystified I know that I am patient; I know that I can wait Not for ever though, it doesn't work out like that I am sure it'll help me find some answers if we go out on a date.

i remember the long pink gown. the flower's in her hair. she had brown wavey hair. then there was those shiney glass slippers. her family said she looked like cinderella with brown hair. she thought she heard you may kiss the bride. then she woke up and the sound she heard was just the rain outside her window. then she laughed and said wait im already married!

This day, my Julia, thou must make For Mistress Bride the wedding-cake: Knead but the dough, and it will be To paste of almonds turn'd by thee; Or kiss it thou but once or twice, And for the bride-cake there'll be spice.

This pink-faced blushing bride explodes with wonderment, joyously embracing the mystery unfolding in each moment. The white lace and satin obscure her hidden history: forgotten pain, broken promises, and the gentle acceptance that healed them all. She steps forward with grace and ease, gazing into the eyes of her beloved. Fearlessly, they plunge into murky, unknown waters and swim.

The bride and groom decided to bake a white icing and double chocolate wedding cake; never much of a cook it was a chance the bride took a special dish to serve their friends who would come and attend flour and cocoa on the counter soon the groom was smiling.. the room a disaster! food was everywhere the floor the air even..the brides hair! eventually the made their cake and now a special memory they have to keep

amidst musty furniture and splintering rafters there it hung draped across the manikin so gracefully elegant and beautiful white and lacy with its gleaming pearls and lingering train its a gown for a seraph glowing luminously in the dim light of the loft so glamorous almost perfect stunning like my mother bold as my father embodying love and devotion memories and passion inhibits a model's splendor grants me a sense of ecstasy my mother's wedding dress

Little girls dressed up in pinks, creams, yellows and blues...donning mothers’ laced hats Baby blankets covering tightly held sleeping dolls... Chit chattering grown-up things... Jelly cakes and strawberries dipped in chocolate Saturday afternoon warmed by ‘wanna-be ladies’ imitating ’Tea Time’ dreams Radiant bride dressed up in white...‘something old, something new’ Chit chattering girlish things...’something borrowed, something blue’ Lavishly spread table...wedding cake and strawberries dipped in chocolate Saturday afternoon warmed by Lady’s ‘dreams come true’.

December twentieth two thousand and three, A day to remember in my memory. The day that my daughter, the light of my life, Will walk down the aisle, to become someone’s wife. And I shall be proud as I walk by her side, The father of such a beautiful bride. The groom will be waiting, best man by his side, And lips will be bitten, eyes trying not to cry. Vows they will both make “I do “ both will say, On this, my daughters wedding day. Proud we’ll both stand, her mother and me, And remember the time that they were we.

The wedding day is finally here. The bride is happy and full of cheer The groom is waiting, standing tall for his lovely bride to grace them all. Such a vision, all dressed in white her gown is flowing what a beautiful sight. The rings are exchanged, the vows have been said, on this special day, the couple is wed. Pronounced to the world, Husband and Wife together they go to start their new life.