Daughter Wedding Poems and Vows

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John tells how, at Cana's wedding feast, The water-pots poured wine in such amount That by his sober count There were a hundred gallons at the least.
It made no earthly sense, unless to show How whatsoever love elects to bless Brims to a sweet excess That can without depletion overflow.
Which is to say that what love sees is true; That this world's fullness is not made but found.
Life hungers to abound And pour its plenty out for such as you.
Now, if your loves will lend an ear to mine, I toast you both, good son and dear new daughter.
May you not lack for water, And may that water smack of Cana's wine.

Confetti flutters the sky A bride dressed in pearly white Footprints pave bright virgin snow Steps to her future

A lovely lady; Growing inside, a new life. A man in a tux. Another bell rings now. Final grades, balanced college offers, Off to another adventure. Damp ground, headstones. Growing inside, a new life, Done with their adventures. -Caroline Youngless

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.

He asked me to give him a baby Which i have always dreamed of When i do have that baby boy or baby girl I'll know it will have been conceived with love For 9 months of my life, while my baby is growing They'll be a day and everyday after that my face will be glowing I want my child to know she or he can tell my anything No matter what it is I'm here for everything He shows me that he cares for me with such a great deal That's why i think we cant hide how we feel The words that he says bring hope to my life That's why I wouldn't mind being his wife.

Intimacy – To Put It Delicately, Is Closer Than Flesh Can Form And Stronger Than The Desire … It Bravely Springs Forth From Intimacy – Shuts Door On Separated and Shy Intimacy Knows Who You Are … And Doesn’t Need To Ask Why Intimacy – Is More than A Touch, Sight, Smell, Taste Or Words Heard Intimacy – Vanquishes Alone Unknown and Scared Intimacy – Is A Certainty And So Beautiful To Have and Hold Intimacy – Is Secrecy Shared Between Love and In-Love Souls … Intimacy …

(This is a fictional poem) I stand here with a shotgun pointed at my head. If I don't marry this man's daughter, I'm as good as dead. His daughter is pregnant and somehow he thinks I'm the dad. I've tried to tell him that I'm not but he won't listen because he's so mad. He's just itching to pull the trigger because he's really pissed. I have no choice but to say I do but later I'll get out of this. When he goes to sleep tonight, I'm going to hotwire his car. I'm going to drive to the nearest police station and have him put behind bars.

She looked deep into his eyes wondering why she loved him It was not shape or personality alone His tongue was sharp at times and as he touched her magic parts Wondering -- vanished

My mother in-law is a wonderful person. She treats me good and tells me all about her son. She said that she hopes the best for us. That she hopes we last long and someday get married. I love hearing her say that. It tells me that I have her approval. She even told me that the reason she tells me about her son is because she sees me like her daughter and I take that to the heart.

We walked in oak cliff Down a street, Rosemount I believe a house, a dream we released this home It breathes,now underneath plastic, siding we conceive a life, a child That’s her room she could play My studio With windows build a entry way windows the kind that stick and resist Your fist on the frame But life exists In wood floors A scratch, on buffet what stories they tell what treasures in age

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.