Now comes the knitting, the tying, entwining into one.
Mysterious involvement of two, whole, separate people
Into something altogether strange and changing; new and lovely.
Nothing can be, we will never be, the same again.
Not merged into each other irrevocably, but rather
From now on we go the same way, in the same direction,
Agreeing not to leave each other lonely,
or discouraged, or behind.
I will do my best to keep my promises,
To treasure you and keep you warm;
And we will make our wide bed
Beneath the bright and ragged quilt
Of all the yesterdays that make us who we are,
The strengths and frailties we each bring to this marriage,
And we will be rich indeed.
