Music and Lyrics by Charlie Parker

This isn’t sometimes, this is always
This isn’t maybe, this is always
This is love
The real beginning of forever
This isn’t just mid summer madness
A passing glow, a moment’s gladness
Yes it’s love
I knew it on the night we met
You tied a string around my heart
So how can I forget you

With every kiss I know that
This is always

Yes it’s love
I knew it on the night we met
You tied a string around my heart
So how can I forget you
With every kiss I know that
This is always

What I learned about love, I learned from my dog….
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joy ride together.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
When loved ones come home always run to greet them.
When you want treats, practice obedience.
Let others know when they’ve invaded your territory.
Take naps together and stretch before rising.
Run, romp and play daily.
Be loyal.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.
Thrive on the attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting, when a simple growl will do.
When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
No matter how often you’re scolded, don’t buy into the guilt thing and pout- Run right back and make friends.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk together.
Love each other unconditionally.

by Kuan Tao-Sheng

You and I
Have so much love
That it
Burns like a fire,
In which we bake a lump of clay
Molded into a figure of you
And a figure of me.
Then we take both of them,
And break them into pieces,
And mix the pieces with water,
And mold again a figure of you,
And a figure of me.
I am in your clay.
You are in my clay.
In life we share a single quilt.
In death we will share one bed.

From Hafiz

Plant, So that your own heart will grow.
Love, so God will think, ‘Ahhhhhh, I got kin in that body!
I should start inviting those souls over for coffee and rolls.’
Sing, because this is a food our starving world needs.
Laugh, because that is the purest sound.

By Walt Whitman (excerpt)

Listen, I will be honest with you…
I do not offer the old smooth prizes
But offer rough new prizes
These are the days that must happen to you:

You shall not heap up what is called riches,
You shall scatter with lavish hand
all that you earn or achieve.
However sweet the laid up stores,
However convenient the dwelling,
you shall not remain there.
However sheltered the port,
However calm the waters,
you shall not anchor there.
However welcome the hospitality that welcomes you,
you are permitted to receive it but a little while.
Afoot and lighthearted, take to the open road
Healthy, free, the world before you
The long brown path before you,
Leading wherever you choose.

Say only to one another:

Camerado, I give you my hand!
I give you my love more precious than money;
I give you myself before preaching and law:
Will you give me yourself?
Will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?

Finally I have found a place
Into which I fit perfectly, safely and securely
With no doubts, no fears, no sadness, no tears.
This place is filled with happiness and laughter,
Yet it is spacious enough to allow me the freedom to move around, To live my life and be myself.
This wonderful place, which I never believed really existed,
I have found, finally,
Inside your arms, Inside your heart, Inside your love

by Donna Ashworth

Be in love with your life
Every minute
Its your trail.
Blaze it and blaze it brightly.

Be in love with yourself.
Think of how you’d like to be loved
And make it happen.
Show the way.

Be in love with your partner.
Really love them.
As if there were no tomorrow,
and all you have is right here, right now..

Be in love with your home.
Never mind the mess,
the things you don’t like.
Pour some sparkle on what you have.

Be in love with your family.
None are perfect.
But they are your blood and your history.
You need each other in this life.

Be in love with your job.
Look at all the positives
And be thankful you have it.
If you can’t, then change it.
Life’s too short.

Be in love with being in love.
Create that life full of friendship,
Stolen kisses,
Unnecessary hugs;
Food for the soul.

By Marin McKay

A family is…
The sweetest feelings
The warmest hugs
Trust and togetherness
Unconditional love
The stories of our lives written on the same page
The nicest memories anyone has ever made
Treasured photos
Thankful tears
Hearts overflowing with all the years
Being there for one another
Supporting and caring
Understanding
Helping
Sharing
Walking life’s path together and making the journey more beautiful because

We are a family…
And a family is love.

By Whitney Hanson

They say that sometimes
love starts with a spark.
And that might be true,
but if I were to wish you a love,
I wouldn’t wish fire for you.
You see, fire is powerful.
It burns bright and then it’s gone.
It’s beautiful and warm,
but it doesn’t last long.
So instead of wishing you a love that burns,
I wish you a love like a river twists and turns.
It changes and it flows,
It is powerful and free.
But it consistently finds its way back to the sea.
And so like the water,
I hope your love is ever growing, ever changing.
I hope your love is powerful and free,
And may you always find each other,
Like a river finds the sea.

By Whitney Hanson

They say that love is complicated, but it’s not complicated. People are complicated, love is simple. It is making two cups of coffee in the morning instead of one. It is “text me when you get home,” “call me when you need to,” listening without saying a word. It is “this song reminds me of you,” and “I understand how you feel,” and “with you, I become a little bit more real.” It is inventing a million reasons just to keep talking even though it’s late. It’s using “see you later” as a substitute for goodbye. Don’t get me wrong, love is effort. It is not easy, but it isn’t quite as complicated as they want you to believe.

Some loves arrive like a soft pink sunrise, washing everything in new color. Yours felt like that—gentle, bright, and full of possibility, as if the world slipped into its own golden hour.

You have found a home in each other’s hearts, where laughter lifts the room, late-night talks stretch like summer, and even small moments—holding hands, dancing in the kitchen—become their own kind of magic.

Today, before those who adore you, you choose a life built on sweetness and devotion, on trust and joy, on the quiet certainty that you make each other’s hearts feel safe and bright.

May your marriage be filled with endless “lover” moments—glowing midnights, pastel mornings, and a forever made of tenderness, wonder, and shared color.