When we were choosing what passages to be read at our wedding we had to decide on something we both loved. I am Catholic, Rhon is agnostic and together we decided that Kahlil Gabran's poem on Love was perfect to describe love in general and in particular our love.

Love

And he raised his head and looked upon the people,
and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a
great voice he said:

When love beckons to you, follow him,

Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him,

Though the sword hidden among his pinions may
wound you.

And when he speaks to you believe in him.

Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the
north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.
Even as he is for your growth so is he for your
pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your
tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,

So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in
their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.

He threshes you to make you naked.

He sifts you to free you from your husks.

He grinds you to whiteness.

He kneads you until you are pliant;

And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you
may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may
know the secrets of your heart, and in that
knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace
and love's pleasure.

Then it is better for you that you cover your
nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,

Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but
not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of
your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but
from itself.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;

For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, 'God is in my
heart, 'but rather, 'I am in the heart of God.'

And think not you can direct the course of love, for
love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let
these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its
melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give
thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in
your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.