A Lovely Love Story by Edward Monkton { Civil wedding reading }


A Lovely Love Story by Edward Monkton wedding reading

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 thoughts 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.

A Lovely Love Story by Edward Monkton wedding reading

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  • Hi everyone,

    Thank you so much for stopping by here.
    Can we know what readings you’re having?
    Please share your ideas.

    Kind reagard
    Ninize xx

    • Me too! having he never leaves the seat up. It makes me giggle.
      and having Yes I’ll Marry You – Pam Ayres

  • We’re having these two.

    Mark Twain – These I Can Promise

    I cannot promise you a life of sunshine;
    I cannot promise you riches, wealth or gold;
    I cannot promise you an easy pathway
    That leads away from change or growing old.
    But I can promise all my heart’s devotion;
    A smile to chase away your tears of sorrow.
    A love that’s true and ever growing;
    A hand to hold in your’s through each tomorrow.

    And a song from Lord of the rings (hubby is massive LOTR fan)

    The Ent and the Entwife

    When Spring unfolds the beechen leaf, and sap is in the bough;
    When light is on the wild-wood stream, and wind is on the brow;
    When stride is long, and breath is deep, and keen the mountain-air,
    Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is fair!

    When Spring is come to garth and field, and corn is in the blade;
    When blossom like a shining snow is on the orchard ladi;
    When shower and Sun upon the Earth with fragrance fill the air,
    I’ll linger here, and will not come, because my land is fair.

    When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold
    Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold;
    When woodland halls arae green and cool, and wind is in the West,
    Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best!

    When Summer warms the hanging fruit and burns the berry brown;
    When Straw is gold, and ear is white, and harvest comest ot town;
    When honey spills, and apple swells, though wind be in the West,
    I’ll linger here beneath the Sun, because my land is best!

    When Winter comes, the winter wild that hill and wood shall slay;
    When trees shall fall and starless night devour the sunless day;
    When wind is in the deadly East, then in the bitter rain
    I’ll look for thee, and call to thee; I’ll come to thee again!

    When Winter comes, and singing ends; when darkness falls at last;
    When broken is the barren bough, and light and labour past;
    I’ll look for thee, and wait for thee, until we meet again:
    Together we will take the road beneath the bitter rain!

    Together we will take the road that leads into the West,
    And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest.

  • Hi everyone,

    I really like Pam Ayres “yes I’ll marry you” and

    A lovely story by Edward Monkton is gorgeous!!

    Here is Yes I’ll Marry you

    Yes, I’ll Marry You.
    Yes, I’ll marry you, my dear,
    And here’s the reason why;
    So I can push you out of bed
    When the baby starts to cry,
    And if we hear a knocking
    And it’s creepy and it’s late,
    I hand you the torch you see,
    And you investigate.
    Yes I’ll marry you, my dear,
    You may not apprehend it,
    But when the tumble-drier goes
    It’s you that has to mend it,
    You have to face the neighbour
    Should our labrador attack him,
    And if a drunkard fondles me
    It’s you that has to whack him.

    Yes, I’ll marry you,
    You’re virile and you’re lean,
    My house is like a pigsty
    You can help to keep it clean.
    That sexy little dinner
    Which you served by candlelight,
    As I do chipolatas,
    You can cook it every night!

    It’s you who has to work the drill
    and put up curtain track,
    And when I’ve got PMT it’s you who gets the flak,
    I do see great advantages,
    But none of them for you,
    And so before you see the light,
    I do, I do, I do!

  • we’re having a extract from a Nicholas Sparks book:

    “Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Loves is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It dose not take offense and is not resentful. Love take no pleasure in others people’s sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.”

    also this – The art of Marriage

  • We’re having a Pam Ayres poem which fits the mood of our ceremony wonderfully. The second one we’re having is the lovely dinosaur.xx

  • We’re having three , so far got two sorted.

    A MARRIAGE By Michael Blumenthal

    You are holding up a ceiling
    with both arms. It is very heavy,
    but you must hold it up, or else
    it will fall down on you. Your arms
    are tired, terribly tired,
    and, as the day goes on, it feels
    as if either your arms or the ceiling
    will soon collapse.

    But then,
    something wonderful happens:
    a man or a woman,
    walks into the room
    and holds their arms up
    to the ceiling beside you.

    So you finally get
    to take down your arms.
    You feel the relief of respite,
    the blood flowing back
    to your fingers and arms.
    And when your partner’s arms tire,
    you hold up your own
    to relieve him again.

    And it can go on like this
    for many years
    without the house falling.

    I’ll be there for you – 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


  • We’re having Ever Increasing Circles by Helen Marsh and my H2B’s sister will read it.

    Joining hands, we become a circle,

    Complete, connected and timeless,

    We are whole, but not exclusive,

    We are one and we will live as one,

    But with endless others encircled around us,

    Our marriage is neither beginning or end,

    But a natural progression of our union,

    Which finds us bound but not restricted,

    All that was separate yields and flows,

    Softly, towards the shared path of our future,

    On the foundation of past knowledge,

    We build modern family, a space of love,

    An expanding community of new and old,

    Emitting love, light and sublime acceptance,

    We find all things reflected back at us, Everything is provided for,

    Together we hand-craft our next life phase,

    It is all embracing, welcoming and generous,

    The sensuous safety of our self made space,

    Helps us to live bravely and without boundaries,

    Here we nurture, thrive and multiply,

    All history is ours now, set down by us, made by us,

    Strong roots continually feed us, everything is possible,

    We grow, we build, we share eternally now,

    And holding hands, we look up, prepare,For there is still far to go…

  • We’re having Litany by Billy Collins, and He’s not perfect by Bob Marley, both short and sweet 🙂

  • I like this one: William Shakespeare (1564-1616) SONNET NO. 116

    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 wandering 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 lov’d.

  • My sister had the Edward Monkton one, it’s lovely

    We are having the Art of a Good Marriage for ours xx

  • We’re having ‘The Owl and The Pussycat’. Along the same lines as a childrens book – its lovely

  • Out plan is to have The Lovely Love Story & He Never Leaves the Seat .. Although we are going to change the wording slightly!

  • We finally decided on the long version of the Indian Wedding Blessing.

    Now you will feel no rain
    for each of you will be shelter to the other.
    Now you will feel no cold,
    for each of you will be warmth to the other.
    Now you will feel no loneliness,
    for each of you will be companionship to the other.
    Now you are two persons,
    but there are three lives before you: his life, her life and
    your life together.

    Go now to your dwelling place,
    to enter into the days of your life together.
    May beauty surround you both in the journey ahead
    and through all the years may happiness be your
    companion to the place where the river meets the sun,
    And may your days be good and long upon the earth.

    Treat yourselves and each other with respect,
    And remind yourselves often of what brought you together.
    Give the highest priority to the tenderness,
    gentleness and kindness that your connection deserves.
    When frustration, difficulty and fear assail your relationship-
    as they threaten all relationships at one time or another-
    remember to focus on what is right between you, not only
    that part which seems wrong.
    In this way, you can ride out the storms
    when clouds hide the face of the sun in your lives
    May your hands be forever clasped in friendship
    And your hearts joined forever in love.

  • We’re having ‘These things I can promise’ by Mark Twain.
    It’s a beautiful poem, not too soppy, just very honest and down to earth.

    cannot promise you a life of sunshine;
    I cannot promise riches, wealth, or gold;
    I cannot promise you an easy pathway
    That leads away from change or growing old.

    But I can promise all my heart’s devotion;
    A smile to chase away your tears of sorrow;
    A love that’s ever true and ever growing;
    A hand to hold in yours through each tomorrow.

  • I liked the Lovely Love Story too but seems to be becoming quite popular so we are having Love Monkey by Edward Monkton instead. It’s really lovely and not so well known.

      • Hi Ninize, I’m happy to share recipe 🙂

        Love Monkey by Edward Monkton

        It was once custom that every monkey would carve for himself a wooden heart. And the heart that love monkey carved was the most beautiful of all. Its contours were soft and rounded, like an ancient pebble sculpted by the oceans. Its surface was smooth and shiny like liquid silk, and it shone as bright as a ruby in the desert sun. “Take your hearts with you wherever you go,” said their teacher. “Nurture them as a mother nurtures her new-born baby. For when you want to give of yourself fully, your heart is the only true gift you will have.”

        That night, Love Monkey had a dream. He dreamt of a monkey whose smile lit up his sole like sunshine. He held out his heart to her, so radiant, so splendid and so new. She took him in her arms and he felt truly, perfectly, at peace. When Love Monkey awoke he resolved that, from that day forward,he would search for his Dream Monkey until he could stand before her and give to her his perfect heart.

        He travelled through deserts…and climbed over mountains. He trekked across forests…and sailed many oceans. Love Monkey looked after his heart as best he could, but the storms that he endured on his travels chipped away at its surface and each new adventure reshaped it. By the time he arrived on the last distant shore, his heart was so changed by the patina of time that it barely resembled his old heart at all.

        And then, he saw her. Standing before him, as radiant and as beautiful as the sunshine, was his Dream Monkey. At first the cold not speak. But then, from somewhere deep inside himself, he found a voice. “I have travelled the world over to find you, and to give you my heart,” he said.“But now that I am finally with you, I see how foolish I have been. You are so beautiful, so perfect. And my heart that was once smooth, so bright and so new is now not something that I could even bring myself to show you,” and he turned to go. “Let me see it,” said Dream Monkey. She took his heart and held it up to the light. “Nothing to me is more beautiful. Every fissure tells a story. Every blemish makes you more real. All my life I have been waiting for a heart like this; a heart that speaks the truth.” “Come here,” she said. “I have something for you too.” In her hand was a tiny golden heart. It was as worn and as scratched as Love Monkey’s own…and it was the most precious thing that he had ever seen.

        Love Monkey put his arms around her and they held each other for a long, long time. “I shall treasure this heart for as long as I live,” said Dream Monkey, running her fingers over its ridged and dimpled surface. Then they looked into each other’s eyes and, feeling the joy of truth in their souls for the first time, they began to laugh. And often they sit together still, holding each other’s hearts in their warm hands, lifting them to the light…and laughing. Always laughing.

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