Recently, two friends of ours just got married, and I was reminded of the poem that was read at our wedding. I'd like to share that with you. Enjoy.

A Gift from the Sea: Anne Morrow Lind burg

A good relationship has a pattern like a dance and is built upon some of the same principles.

The partners do not need to hold on tightly, because they move confidently in the same pattern.

Intricate, but swift and free like birds on the wing.

To touch heavily would be to disturb the pattern and freeze the moment, to check the endlessly changing beauty of its unfolding.

There is no place here for the possessive clutch, the clinging arm or the heavy hand; only the barest touch in passing.

Now arm in arm, now face to face, now back to back- it does not matter which.

They know that they are being invisibly nourished by it. It is joy of creation, the joy of participation, and the joy of living for the moment.

It is the private place where love is pleased to dwell.