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After much searching we finally found a nice church reading. My fiancé especially likes it as it mentions foxes. On Saturday he’s stepped in fox poo and so left his shoes in the shed overnight so he could sort them in the morning. When he went to look for them the next morning they were gone! We later discovered them in the garden (one on the lawn and one in a den behind a bush) – the fox had carried them there and chewed bits off them! Naughty London fox!

Song of Solomon, Chapter 2, verses 10-15

My lover spoke and said to me,
“Arise, my darling,
my beautiful one, and come with me.
See! The winter is past;
The rains are over and gone.
Flowers appear on the earth;
The season of singing has come,
The cooing of doves
Is heard in our land.
The fig-tree forms its early fruit;
The blossoming vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling;
My beautiful one, come with me.”

My dove in the clefts of the rock,
In the hiding-places on the mountainside,
Show me your face,
Let me hear your voice;
For your voice is sweet,
And your face is lovely.
Catch for us the foxes,
The little foxes
That ruin the vineyards,
Our vineyards that are in bloom!

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By Anne Bradstreet

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov’d by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persevere,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

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…..To a Butterfly by William Wordsworth

I’ve watched you now a full half-hour;
Self-poised upon that yellow flower
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless!–not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!

This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister’s flowers;
Here rest your wings when they are weary;
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We’ll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.

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Fidelity by D.H. Lawrence

Man and woman are like the earth, that brings forth flowers
in summer, and love, but underneath is rock.
Older than flowers, older than ferns, older than foraminiferae,
older than plasm altogether is the soul underneath.
And when, throughout all the wild chaos of love
slowly a gem forms, in the ancient, once-more-molten rocks
of two human hearts, two ancient rocks,
a man’s heart and a woman’s,
that is the crystal of peace, The slow hard jewel of trust,
the sapphire of fidelity.
The gem of mutual peace emerging from the wild chaos of love.

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Jack-in-the-Pulpit No. IV, 1930 by Georgia O’Keeffe

Pablo Neruda, excerpt from 100 Love Sonnets

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: Where “I” does not exist, nor “You”, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

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Not really appropriate for my fiancé and I as we gave up cigarettes together the day we got engaged. Still its a sweet poem.

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Giving Up Smoking by Wendy Cope

There’s not a Shakespeare’s sonnet
nor a Beethoven quartet
that’s easier to like than you
nor harder to forget
You think it sounds extravagant
I haven’t finished yet
I like you more than I would like
to have a cigarette

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