A Poem: Anonymous Author 

I love you,

Not only for what you are

But for what I am

When I am with you. 

I love you

Not only for what

You have made of yourself

But for what

You are making of me. 

I love you

For the part of me

That you bring out;

I love you

For, putting your hand

Into my heaped—up heart

And passing over

All the foolish, weak things

That you can’t help

Dimly seeing there,

And for drawing out

Into the light

All the beautiful belongings

That no one else had looked

Quite far enough to find. 

I love you because you...

Are helping me to make

Of the lumber of my life

Not a tavern

But a temple;

Out of works

Of my every day

Not a reproach

But a song. 

I love you

Because you have done

More than any creed

Could have done

To make me good

And more than any fate

Could have done

To make me happy. 

You have done it

Without a touch,

Without a word,

Without a sign.

You have done it

By being yourself.

Perhaps that is what

Being a friend means,

After all.

 

Unknown Author

Here's a sweet poem that so delicately illustrates the differences between men and women and their views on the wedding planning process...

 

I dreamed of a wedding of elaborate elegance... 
A church filled with flowers, friends and beautiful music...  
I asked him what kind of a wedding he wished for... 
He said one that would make me his wife.