Wherever I am, there's always Pooh,

There's always Pooh and Me.

Whatever I do, he wants to do,

"Where are you going today?" says Pooh:

"Well that's very odd 'cos I was too.

Let's go together," says Pooh, says he.

"Let's go together," says Pooh.

'What's twice eleven? 'I said to Pooh,

'Twice what?' said Pooh to Me.

'I think it ought to be twenty-two.'

'Just what I think myself,' said Pooh.

'It wasn't an easy sum to do,

But that's what it is,' said Pooh, said he.

'That's what it is,' said Pooh.

'Let's look for dragons,' I said to Pooh.

'Yes, let's,' said Pooh to Me.

We crossed the river and found a few--

'Yes, those are dragons all right,' said Pooh.

'As soon as I saw their beaks I knew.

That's what they are,' said Pooh, said he.

'That's what they are,' said Pooh

"Let's frighten the dragons," I said to Pooh.

"That's right," said Pooh to Me.

"I'm not afraid, " I said to Pooh,

And I held his paw and I shouted, "Shoo!

Silly old dragons!" -- and off they flew.

"I wasn't afraid," said Pooh, said he,

"I'm never afraid with you.

 So wherever I am, there's always Pooh,

There's always Pooh and Me.

'What would I do?' I said to Pooh,

'If it wasn't for you,' and Pooh said: 'true,

It isn't much fun for One, but Two

Can stick together,' says Pooh, says he.

'That's how it is,' says Pooh

A good marriage must be created

In the marriage, the little things are the big things

It is never being too old to hold hands

It is remembering to say “I love you”

At least once each day.

It is never going to sleep angry.

It is having a mutual sense of values

And common objectives.

It is standing together and facing the world.

It is forming a circle of love that gathers

In the whole family.

It is speaking words of appreciation and

Demonstrating gratitude in thoughtful ways.

It is having the capacity to forgive and forget.

It is giving each other an atmosphere

In which each can grow.

It is a common search for the good and the beautiful.

It is not only marrying the right person.

It is being the right partner.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate;

Rough winds to shake the darling buds of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

And every fair from fair sometimes declines

By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,

Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st’

So long as men can breath, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea

In a beautiful pea green boat

They took some honey and plenty of money

Wrapped up in a five pound note

The Owl looked up to the stars above

And sang to a small guitar

“O lovely Pussy, O Pussy my love

What a beautiful Pussy you are!

You are! You are!

What a beautiful Pussy you are!”

Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl!

How charmingly sweet you sing!

O, let us be married, too long we have tarried:

But, what shall we do for a ring?”

They sailed away for a year and a day

To the land where the Bong-Tree grows

And there in a wood a Piggy-Wig stood

With a ring at the end of his nose

His nose, his nose

With a ring at the end of his nose

“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling

Your ring?”, Said the Piggy, “I will!”

So they took it away and were married next day

By the turkey who lives on the hill

They dined on mince and slices of quince

Which they ate with a runcible spoon

And hand in hand, at the edge of the sand

They danced by the light of the moon

The moon, the moon

They danced by the light of the moon!

He’s not perfect.

You aren’t either,

and the two of you will never be perfect.

But if he can make you laugh at least once,

causes you to think twice,

and if he admits to being human and making mistakes,

hold onto him and give him the most you can.

He isn’t going to quote poetry,

he’s not thinking about you every moment,

but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break.

Don’t hurt him, don’t change him,

and don’t expect for more than he can give.

Don’t analyze.

Smile when he makes you happy,

yell when he makes you mad,

and miss him when he’s not there.

Love hard when there is love to be had.

Because perfect guys don’t exist,

but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.”

Let me not to the Marriage of true minds admit impediments.

Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds

Or bends with the remover to remove;

O,no! It is an ever-fixed mark,

That looks on tempests and is never shaken,

It is the star to every wand’ring bark,

Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken,

Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle’s compass come,

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom;

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Once in a lifetime you find someone

Who touches, not only your heart, but

Also your soul

Once in a lifetime you discover someone who

Stands beside you

Not over you

You find someone

Who loves you for who you are

And not for who you could be.

Once in a lifetime, you find someone …

As you/we have found each other

Come with me, go with me

burn with me, glow with me

Write me a sonnet or two;

Sleep with me, wake with me

Give with me, take with me

Love me the way I love you.

Let me get high with you,

Laugh with you, cry with you,

Be with you when I am blue;

Rest with you, fight with you

Day with you, night with you

Love me whatever I do.

Work with me, play with me

Run with me, stay with me

Make me your partner in crime;

Handle me, fondle me,

Cradle me tenderly

Say I’m your reason and rhyme.

Pray with me, sin with me,

Lose with me, win with me,

Love me with all of my scars;

Rise with me, fall with me

Hide from it all with me

Nothing is mine now – it’s ours.

Now you will feel no rain,

For each of you will be the shelter for each other.

Now you will feel no cold,

For each of you will be the warmth for the other.

Now there will be no more loneliness.

Now you are two persons,

But there is only one life before you.

Go now to your dwelling place

To enter into the days of your life together.

And may your days be good and long upon the earth.

My true love hath my heart and I have his

By just exchanging one for the other given.

I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,

There never was a better bargain driven.

My true love has my heart and I have his.

His heart in me keeps me and him in one,

My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:

He loves my heart, for once it was his own,

I cherish him because in me it bides

My true love has my heart and I have his.

There was a boy

A very strange enchanted boy

They say he wandered very far, very far

Over land and sea

A little shy

And sad of eye

But very wise was he.

And then one day

A magic day – he passed my way

And as we spoke of many things

Fools and Kings

This he said to me

“The greatest thing, you’ll ever learn,

Is just to love. And be loved in return”

To keep the marriage brimming

With love in the loving cup.

Whenever you’re wrong admit it,

Whenever you’re right, shut up!

“Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, and the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.”

“Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is.

Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love, have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.”