MARRIAGE IS MADNESS

 

Marriage is about giving and taking
And forgiving and forsaking
Kissing and loving and pushing and shoving
Caring and Sharing and screaming and swearing
About being together whatever the weather
About being driven to the end of your tether
About Sweetness and kindness
And wisdom and blindness
It's about being strong when you're feeling quite weak
It's about saying nothing when you're dying to speak
It's about being wrong when you know you are right
It's about giving in, before there's a fight
It's about you two living as cheaply as one
(you can give us a call if you know how that's done!)
Never heeding advice that was always well meant
Never counting the cost until it's all spent
And for you two today it's about to begin
And for all that the two of you had to put in
Some days filled with joy, and some days with sadness
Too late you'll discover that marriage is madness.

 

A GOOD WEDDING CAKE

 

4 lb. of love.
1 lb. butter of youth.
1/2 lb. of good looks.
l lb. sweet temper.
1 lb. of blindness for faults.
1 lb. of self forgetfulness.
l lb. of pounded wit.
l lb. of good humour.
2 tablespoons of sweet argument.
1 pint of rippling laughter.
1 wine glass of common sense.
1 oz. modesty.


Put the love, good looks and sweet temper into a well furnished house. Beat the butter of youth to a cream, and mix well together with the blindness of faults. Stir the pounded wit and good humour into the sweet argument, then add the rippling
laughter and common sense. Work the whole together until everything is well mixed, and bake gently for ever.

HE NEVER LEAVES THE SEAT UP

He never leaves the seat up
Or wet towels upon the floor
The toothpaste has the lid on
And he always shuts the door!

She says she loves his kindness
And his patience is a must
And of course she thinks he’s handsome
Which in her eyes is a plus!

He’s a very active person
Exercise is just the ticket
Where as she likes lazy days
He’ll drag her to the cricket!

He romances her and dines her
Home cooked dinners and the like
He even knows her favourite food
And spoils her day and night!

She’s thoughtful when he looks at her
A smile upon his face
Will he look that good in 50 years
When his dentures aren’t in place?!

He says he loves her figure
And her mental prowess too
But when gravity takes her over
Will she charm with her IQ?

They’re both not wholly perfect
But who are we to judge
He can be quite stubborn
And she won’t even budge!

All that said and done
They love the time they spent together
And I hope as I’m sure you do
That this fine day will last forever.

He’ll be more than just her husband
He’ll also be her friend
And she’ll be more than just his wife
She’s be his soul mate ‘till the end.

This poem for ****** & ********
A married couple now
Is a token of the love they share
And the thought behind each vow.

EXCERPT FROM THE PRINCESS BRIDE

by William Goldman

 

Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches… I have stayed these years in my hovel because of you. I have taught myself languages because of you. I have made my body strong because I thought you might be pleased by a strong body. I have lived my life with only the prayer that some sudden dawn you might glance in my direction. I have not known a moment in years when the sight of you did not send my heart careening against my rib cage. I have not known a night when your visage did not accompany me to sleep. There has not been a morning when you did not flutter behind my waking eyelids…

I love you. Okay? Want it louder? I love you. Spell it out, should I? I ell-oh-vee-ee why-oh-you. Want it backward? You love I…

I’ve been saying it so long to you, you just wouldn’t listen. Every time you said, ‘Farm Boy, do this’, you thought I was answering, ‘As you wish’, but that’s only because you were hearing wrong. ‘I love you’ was what it was, but you never heard.”

 

LOVE TAKES HOSTAGES

Have you ever been in love? Terrifying isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You spent all this time building up all these defenses, you built up a whole suit of armor so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life … and you just GIVE them a piece of you. They didn’t even have to ask for it!

 

How did you get here? They didn’t do something cliche like buy you flowers, or candy or jewellery, there’s not love in that. They did something dumb one day, like some truly romantic gesture to show you they care, and that they’re thinking of you. One minute they take your hand when they know you’re scared, and then next thing you know you find yourself going out of your way to make them happy; like saving the last piece of cake for them (and you LOVE cake! Why would you do that?!)

 

It only takes telling her she’s beautiful, even when she’s in sweats, with her hair in a mess and no makeup. Or putting your favorite show on pause so he can tell you about his day, and then you find that your life isn’t your own anymore.

 

There’s the random text in the middle of the day, just to say “I love you” or “I miss you”, and the way they always stop to kiss you each time they pass by;

True Romance traps you with its gestures. Before you know it you’ll be laughing at his jokes (even the really lame ones), slow dancing in the kitchen, and making out in the rain like you’re a character in a Nicholas Sparks novel!.

 

Trust me when I say you need to be careful because Love Takes Hostages, but it’s totally worth it.

MARRIAGE DOESN'T COME FLAT PACKED

Marriage is not an impulse buy.
Like getting flat pack furniture from a life style store.
It's not something you have to impress your friends,
Because everyone said it's of the latest trends.
It's not cherry veneer on MDF, with castors and handles to match.
Something you can wheel around with the flick of a catch.

It's more like that old sideboard in the corner supporting the wall.
It has a drawer for odd things like string, hooks, fuses and tape.
Another for old photos, pictures and things that have meaning.
It has solid feet and wood blocks to prevent it from leaning.
There's a place underneath for your favourite shoes.
And a nook to store things you don't want to lose.

It's not held together with clever catches and odd shaped screws.
It has dovetail joints stuck with care and old fashioned glue.
It's solid and warm with coffee ring stains and edges that don't catch.
It's totally unique. No others to match.
It has a familiar real wood smell,
And you know that it will always serve you both well.

This thing is BIG.
It can take knocks and scrapes and the odd small explosion.
It can be mended and fixed with care and devotion.
You may decide to have it restored,
A coat of French polish and new liners for drawers.
Hopefully, an occasional rub down is all that's required...

You can cover it in chintz, velvet or paint.
It can be kitsch, cheesy, tasteful or quaint.
The point is that it's yours to change.
It doesn't have to fit with the latest range.
It can be grand, outrageous, fun or tame,
Because it's built on a hardwood frame.

This piece has no price tag. It's not on a list and can't be bought in a sale.
There's no receipt, it can't go back to the shop or be sold.
It doesn't come in flat pack with a plan and some packing.
It may end up battered, tired and lacking.
But it's yours. Yours alone. Don't be tempted to chuck it into a skip,
Because fashion dictates that sideboards aren't hip.

MY DEFINITION OF LOVE  -  A POEM

My definition of love...
is different from the book
my definition of love
is more than just a look


love is more than a word
love is more than a poem

more than a song, more than a note

more than anything ever known

love is reaching out to touch someone
to be sure that they're there
love is leaning in to kiss someone
to remind them that you care


love is looking his in the eyes
and whispering in his ears
love is cuddling when she cries
and catching all her tears

love is the warmth shared between hugs
when everything else is cold
love is knowing they'll still be there
when everything else is old

 

love is hearts beating faster and faster
while everything else is slowed down
love is singing sweet songs out loud
even if hundreds are around


love is driving through the rain
to help someone through tough times
love is holding each others hand

when there’s snow or the sun shines

soft and delicate as it is

love is holding each of your hearts

like this truly magic day
your love is where it starts...

I HOPE YOU FIND LOVE

 

I hope you find love. 

And I don’t just mean that in regards to someone you wrap your tired bones around at night.

I mean that I hope you find love in every aspect of your life.

I hope you find it tucked into early morning sunrises, and the smell of your favourite places.

I hope you find it strung between the laughter you share with your friends,

I hope it bounces off of you when you hug the people you care for,

I hope it swells within your ribcage whenever you hear your favourite song, or discover something that moves you.

I hope you fall in love with growth, and change, and the messiness and the beauty of making mistakes, and becoming exactly who you want to be.

I hope you find love in places that were once void of it, in places within yourself that you could have been softer to, kinder to, in the past.

Because if there is one thing I have learned, it is that love is so much more than a boy, or a girl, who holds your heart.

Love is everything around you. It is everything.

BOXES & WIRES

 

Communication drives every aspect of a Marriage. Without knowing how to talk through what’s in front of you, you’ll never be able to agree on compromises, or make the really hard choices, like deciding what you guys should eat for dinner (the answer is not, “I don’t know, wherever YOU want to eat”). A large reason it can be so difficult is that you need to understand how your partner communicates.

 

Unfortunately, I think most women would agree that this is not always a man’s best strong suit, but that’s because Men’s brains are very, VERY simple objects. Most women don’t realize that whether we are lying in bed or at work or mowing the lawn, our brains are made up of little boxes, and we’ve got a box for everything. We’ve got a box for our job. We’ve got a box for the money. One for our family and one for you. We’ve even got a box for your mother (somewhere in the basement).

 

We’ve got boxes everywhere. And the One Rule Is: The Boxes Do Not Touch. When a man discusses a particular subject, we go to that particular box, we pull it out, and we discuss only what is in THAT BOX. There is even a particular box that has nothing in it. This is, in fact, our favorite box; we call it the ‘nothing box. And If a man has a chance, he’ll go to his nothing box every time. This system is why a man con do something that seems completely brain dead for hours on end. You know, like fishing or watching soccer or rugby.

 

Now women’s brains are very different from men’s brains. Women’s brains are made up of a big ball of wire. And everything is connected to everything. Your yoga class is connected to the car and the car is connected to your kids and your job is connected to your mother and everything is LITERALLY all connected. It’s like the internet superhighway, but fueled by emotion.

 

When you take an event and you attach it to an emotion you can remember it forever. This is why women tend to remember EVERYTHING. There also isn’t a ‘nothing wire’, so women rarely understand our “nothing” concept. This is why they find few things more irritating than hearing “Nothing” when they ask us “What we’re you thinking about?”.

 Now, it’s important to remember, wires WILL electrocute you if you are not paying attention to them. And while box may sometimes seem dull, dumb, and utterly useless, ultimately, both provide a unique perspective that allows each of you to experience moments you otherwise would have missed. You need the Wires’ ability to create loving moments in all aspects of life, no matter how disconnected they may seem. And Boxes provide the ability to be present in your most important moments, without the distraction of everything else around you.

Both are made stronger by the other, so on the frustrating days when you feel that one of you is not making ANY sense, remember that Communication will be the most important part of everything you’ll do, so always take a breath and try to understand and appreciate each other’s perspective. It takes both sides to build a bridge.

HE’S NOT PERFECT  - By Bob Marley

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

I’LL BE THERE FOR YOU    By Louise Cuddon

I'll be there my darling, through thick and through thin
When your mind's in a mess and your head's in a spin
When your plane's been delayed, and you've missed the last train.

When life is just threatening to drive you insane
When your thrilling whodunit has lost its last page
When somebody tells you, you're looking your age
When your coffee's too cool, and your wine is too warm
When the forecast said "Fine", but you're out in a storm
When your quick break hotel, turns into a slum

And your holiday photos show only your thumb
When you park for five minutes in a resident's bay

And return to discover you've been towed away
When the jeans that you bought in hope or in haste
Just stick on your hips and don't reach round your waist
When the food you most like brings you out in red rashes
When as soon as you boot up the bloody thing crashes

So my darling, my sweetheart, my dear...
When you break a rule, when you act the fool
When you've got the flu, when you're in a stew
When you're last in the queue, don't feel blue'cause
I'm telling you, I'll be there.

WHAT IS A MARRIAGE

It’s loving & cherishing, hopefully relishing

It’s hosting & toasting & Sunday roasting

It’s having & holding, the odd little scolding

It’s guessing, confessing & always a blessing

It’s trying, relying, a little white lying

It’s snoring, adoring, occasionally boring

It’s enduring, alluring & most reassuring

It’s knowing & showing, too-ing and fro-ing

It’s compliment giving & always forgiving

It’s sharing & caring & fancy-dress wearing

It’s walking, it’s talking & bottle uncorking

It’s tender supporting & raucous cavorting

It’s secret confiding & shoulder providing

It’s readily praising & often amazing

It’s loving, respecting & calmly accepting

It’s cleaning, it’s mopping, it’s waltzing & bopping

It’s needing, conceding, and possibly breeding

It’s playing & paying, it’s coping & staying

It’s comfort when weeping, a warm body sleeping

It’s lives interweaving & always believing

That’s what makes a marriage.

EXCERPT FROM ANNE’S HOUSE OF DREAMS

by L M Montgomery

It was a happy and beautiful bride who came down the old, homespun-carpeted stairs that September noon – the first bride of Green Gables, slender and shining-eyed, in the mist of her maiden veil, with her arms full of roses. Gilbert, waiting for her in the hall below, looked up at her with adoring eyes. She was his at last, this evasive, long-sought Anne, won after years of patient waiting. It was to him she was coming in the sweet surrender of the bride. Was he worthy of her? Could he make her as happy as he hoped? If he failed her – if he could not measure up to her standard of manhood – then, as she held out her hand, their eyes met and all doubt was swept away in a glad certainty. They belonged to each other; and, no matter what life might hold for them, it could never alter that. Their happiness was in each other’s keeping and both were unafraid.

LIKE YOU by Sandol Stoddard Warburg

"I like you and I know why 
I like you because you are a good person to like 
I like you because when I tell you something special, you know it’s special 
And you remember it a long, long time 
You say, Remember when you told me something special 
And both of us remember

When I think something is important you think it’s important too 
We have good ideas 
When I say something funny, you laugh 
I think I’m funny and you think I’m funny too 
Hah-hah!

I like you because you know where I’m ticklish 
And you don’t tickle me there except just a little tiny bit sometimes 
But if you do, then I know where to tickle you too 
You know how to be silly — that’s why I like you 
If I am getting ready to pop a paper bag, 
then you are getting ready to jump 
HOORAY!

I like you because when I am feeling sad 
You don’t always cheer me up right away 
Sometimes it is better to be sad 
You can’t stand the others being so googly and gaggly every single minute 
You want to think about things 
It takes time

I like you because if I am mad at you 
Then you are mad at me too 
It’s awful when the other person isn’t 
They are so nice and oooh you could just about punch them on the nose

I can’t remember when I didn’t like you 
It must have been lonesome then 
Even if it was the 999th of July 
Even if it was August 
Even if it was way down at the bottom of November 
I would go on choosing you 
And you would go on choosing me 
Over and over again 
And that’s how it would happen every time

TEDDY BEAR

Getting married means you'll have
Someone's hand to hold,
Even when you're feeling sick,
Even when you're old.

It means when you sit down to eat,
Someone will be there,
So you won't have to tell your day
To an empty chair.

It means that you can have some kids
Just like a mom and dad,
And play with them all afternoon,
Except when they are bad.

It means that when you need some help,
Someone will help out,
Someone always near to you
So you won't have to shout.

But best of all is when it's time
To turn out all the lights:
You won't have to be alone
Those long and scary nights.

So even though you don't have toys,
You don't have to care:
Once you're married you can be
Each other's teddy bear

ADAPTED EXCERPT FROM THE HUMANS by Matt Haig

 

  1. Don’t worry about your abilities. You have the ability to love. That is enough.

  2. Be nice to other people, at the universal level, they are you.

  3. Peanut butter sandwiches go perfectly well with a glass of white wine. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

  4. You shouldn’t have been born. Your existence is as close to impossible as can be. To dismiss the impossible is to dismiss yourself.

  5. Your life will have 25,000 days in it. Make sure you remember some of them.

  6. Tragedy is just comedy that hasn’t come to fruition. One day we will laugh at this. We will laugh at everything.

  7. Wear clothes, by all means, but remember: they are clothes.

  8. Happiness is not out here. It is in there.

  9. New technology, on Earth, just means something you will laugh at in five years. Value the stuff you won’t laugh at in five years. Like love. Or a good poem. Or the sky.

  10. There is only one genre in fiction. The genre is called ‘book’.

  11. If there is a sunset, stop and look at it. Knowledge is finite. Wonder is infinite.

  12. One day humans will live on Mars. But nothing there will be more exciting than a single overcast morning on Earth.

  13. Everything matters.

  14. You have the power to stop time. You do it by kissing. Or listening to music. Music, by the way, is how you see things you can’t otherwise see. It is the most advanced thing you have. It is a super-power. Keep up with the bass guitar. You are good at it. Join the band.

  15. A paradox. The things you don’t need to live – books, art, cinema, literature, wine and so on – are the things you need to live.

  16. At some point, bad things are going to happen. Have someone to hold onto.

  17. Don’t ever be afraid of telling someone you love them. There are things wrong with your world, but an excess of love is not one.

  18. As a black hole forms it creates an immense gamma-ray burst, blinding whole galaxies with light and destroying millions of worlds. You could disappear at any second. This one. Or this one. Make sure, as often as possible, you are doing something you'd be happy to die doing.

  19. You can’t find happiness looking for the meaning of life. Meaning is only the third most important thing. It comes after loving and being.

  20. Dark matter is needed to hold galaxies together. Your mind is a galaxy. More dark than light. But the light makes it worthwhile.

  21. At the sub-atomic level, everything is complex. But do not live at the sub-atomic level. You have the right to simplify. If you don’t, you will go insane.

  22. Men are not from Mars. Women are not from Venus. Do not fall for categories. Everyone is everything. Every ingredient inside a star is inside you, and every personality that ever existed competes in the theatre of your mind for the main role.

  23. You are lucky to be alive. Inhale and take in life’s wonders. Never take so much as a single petal of a single flower for granted.

A LOVELY LOVE STORY  by Edward Monkton

The fierce Dinosaur was trapped inside his cage of ice. Although it was cold he was happy in there. It was, after all, HIS cage.

Then along came the Lovely Other Dinosaur.

The Lovely Other Dinosaur melted the Dinosaur's cage with kind words and loving thoughts.

I like this Dinosaur, thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur. Although he is fierce he is also tender and he is funny. He is also quite clever though I will not tell him this for now.

I like this Lovely Other Dinosaur, thought the Dinosaur. She is beautiful and she is different and she smells so nice. She is also a free spirit which is a quality I much admire in a dinosaur.

But he can be so distant and so peculiar at times, thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur.

He is also overly fond of Things. Are all Dinosaurs so overly fond of Things?

But her mind skips from here to there so quickly, thought the Dinosaur. She is also uncommonly keen on Shopping. Are all Lovely Other Dinosaurs so uncommonly keen on shopping?

I will forgive his peculiarity and his concern for Things, thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur. For they are part of what makes him a richly charactered individual.

I will forgive her skipping mind and her fondness for shopping, thought the Dinosaur. For she fills our life with beautiful thought and wonderful surprises. Besides, I am not unkeen on shopping either.

Now the Dinosaur and the Lovely Other Dinosaur are old. Look at them.

Together they stand on the hill telling each other stories and feeling the warmth of the sun on their backs.

And that, my friends, is how it is with love. Let us all be Dinosaurs and Lovely Other Dinosaurs together.

For the sun is warm. And the world is a beautiful place.

 

 

WEDDINGS ARE NICE

 

If you go to a wedding, here’s what it means
No one wears trainers and no one wears jeans
Your best new clothes are all that you wear
And everyone in your whole family is there
Even some cousins that you’ve never known
And the grown-ups all say “Oh, how much you have grown!”
So everyone’s sitting in one big room
(except (Name & Name), the bride and groom)

Then all of a sudden things quieten down
And music starts playing and people turn round
And really slowly, (Bride) walks in
And she’s prettier now than she’s ever been.

She’s a bride and she’s really great looking today
(when normally she looks just kind of okay)
She walks in and stands with her dad for a while
As (Groom) her boyfriend, awaits in the aisle
His hair is all combed and he’s wearing a tie
And then (Bride’s) mum starts to sniffle and cry.

And now it comes time for the “get-married” part
The Celebrant says that we’re ready to start
So she talks and she talks about serious things
Then their friend (Bestman) steps up holding two rings
He gives one to the groom and the other to the bride
Then the bridesmaid, (Bridesmaid) pulls him aside.

Then (Bride & Groom) kind of look at each other
And another big sniffle comes from (Bride’s) mother
And (Bride & Groom) put on the wedding rings
And they talk and they promise each other some things
They promise that they’ll love each other a lot
And help one another no matter what
And be with each other the rest of their life
Then the Celebrant says “Now you are husband and wife”.

Then everyone’s in such a big happy mood
And you go to a party with very much food
Where you dance with some grown-ups and drink some wine
And then do a conga-dance in one long line
‘till (Bride & Groom) drive off in a car
and everyone’s thinking how happy they are

So we all yell goodbye, and throw handfuls of rice

Then the whole thing is over.  Weddings are nice
 

LOVE IS LIKE OWNING A DOG     By Tyler Mali

First of all, it’s a big responsibility, especially in a city like (New York).
So think long and hard before deciding on love.
On the other hand, love gives you a sense of security:
when you’re walking down the street late at night and you have a leash on love, ain’t no one going to mess with you. Because crooks and muggers think love is unpredictable.
Who knows what love could do in its own defense?

 

On cold winter nights, love is warm.
It lies between you and lives and breathes and makes funny noises.
Love wakes you up all hours of the night with its needs.
It needs to be fed so it will grow and stay healthy.

Love doesn’t like being left alone for long.
But come home and love is always happy to see you.

 

It may break a few things accidentally in its passion for life, but you can never be mad at love for long.

Is love good all the time? No!
Love can be bad. ‘Bad, love, bad! Very bad love.’

Love makes messes.
Love leaves you little surprises here and there.
Love needs lots of cleaning up after.
Sometimes you just want to get love fixed.
Sometimes you want to roll up a piece of newspaper and swat love on the nose, not so much to cause pain, just to let love know ‘Don’t you ever do that again!’

Sometimes love just wants to go out for a nice long walk.
Because love loves exercise.

It will run you around the block and leave you panting, breathless.

Pull you in different directions at once, or wind itself around and around you until you’re all wound up and you cannot move.

But love makes you meet people wherever you go.
People who have nothing in common but love, stop and talk to each other on the street.

Throw things away and love will bring them back, again, and again, and again.
 

But most of all, love needs love, lots of it.
And in return, love loves you and never stops.


LOVE IS A HANDFUL OF HONEY   By Giles Andreae
 

Love is that high-flying feeling

that makes you leap out of your bed.
Love is what makes you throw open the curtains

and somersault 'round on your head.
Love is that warm cozy feeling,

cuddle that tells you you're sweet.
And love is that feeling of laughing out loud

when somebody tickles your feet.

Love is skipping out in the morning

and hoping the day never ends.
And love's what you feel when you all get together

and go on adventures with friends.
Love's when you hide in the forest in places that nobody knows.
Love is that fluttery feeling you feel

when a butterfly flies on your toes.

Love is a handful of honey

and love's making friends with the bees,
even the flowers are bursting with love,

when they're dancing about in the breeze.
And then when your stomachs are grumbly,

love is unwrapping your treats,
and love's stuffing everything all in at once,

leaving masses of mess on your cheeks.

Love is splish-splashing through puddles

and love's getting socked in the rain.
Love is a rainbow that bursts through the sky

when the sun begins shining again.
Love's when you can't stop describing

just what you've been doing all day,
and love is when somebody quietly listens

to everything you've got to say.

Love is a great bedtime story that takes you to faraway lands,
and love's when you want to show someone you care so you snuggle up and hold hands.
Love's looking out of the window

to wave at the man in the moon,
and love's when you whisper goodnight to the stars

who'll be watching you dream very soon.

And then when you're tired and sleepy,

and you're cosily tucked up all tight,
Love is that last little cuddle and kiss 

that helps you sleep safe through the night.

BECOMING A FAMILY
 
Life has many facets each a shining memory,
like the day that you were born and I held you close to me.

From that moment forward and as I've watched you grow,
you've brought to me more joy than I thought I'd ever know

So on the day we marry, who else but you would be,
the one to bring me joy and to share this day with me.

We are on a journey, as a family we unite,
knowing we're together, with our hearts now shining bright.

For life has many facets, one begins and others end,
but the brightest of them all is this family as we blend.
I Love You

 

 

FAIR DINKUM LOVE

 

Fair dinkum love isn’t about bringing in a dozen red roses

It’s about bringing in the washing.

It’s not about standing next to your partner

because they look good on your arm

It’s about standing by them even when they look foolish.

Fair dinkum love isn’t about stiff posture and smart clothes

It’s about wrestling on the couch in your tracksuit.

It’s not about oysters and candle-lit dinners

It’s about bringing home Chinese when your partner’s had a busy day.

Fair dinkum love isn’t about exciting getaways and fancy resorts

It’s about being totally content sleeping-in together at home.

It’s not about gym memberships and facelifts

It’s about growing old and fat together.

Fair dinkum love is not about romance or image or success.

Fair dinkum love is about two average people adoring and accepting each other for who they are.

AS LONG AS YOUR EYES ARE BLUE   by Banjo Patterson

 

Wilt thou love me, sweet, when my hair is grey

And my cheeks shall have lost their hue?

When the charms of youth shall have passed away,

Will your love as of old prove true?

For the looks may change, and the heart may range,

And the love be no longer fond;

Wilt thou love with truth in the years of youth

And away to the years beyond?

Oh, I love you, sweet, for your locks of brown

And the blush on your cheek that lies —

But I love you most for the kindly heart

That I see in your sweet blue eyes.

For the eyes are signs of the soul within,

Of the heart that is leal and true,

And mine own sweetheart, I shall love you still,

Just as long as your eyes are blue.

For the locks may bleach, and the cheeks of peach

May be reft of their golden hue;

But mine own sweetheart, I shall love you still,

Just as long as your eyes are blue.