Wedding Invitations

Poems For Wedding Invitations

There is a strong wording etiquette for wedding invitations, inherited from medieval times. The tradition of sending wedding invitation cards dates back several centuries ago, more exactly in the eighteen century, when English aristocracy had the custom of sending matrimonial cards to the queen, the king or some other members from the high society.

The text on the wedding could be hand-written, giving it a classic appearance, printed or engraved; the wedding invitation etiquette demands that on the wedding invitation you should write the basic information about the wedding ceremony, like the name of the wedding hosts, the names of the bride and groom and their families, the precise date and time of the ceremony and the location with some details if they are needed but also that same etiquette demands that the wedding envelopes should be either hand addressed or printed, preferably the first option.

Even if you would like to adopt the formal wording or the informal one, you can always add a personal touch to your wedding invitations by writing some poetry lines, verses or favorite quotes.

If you prefer some classic poetry below are some of the well known poems used for the wedding invitations. If something is to your liking don’t hesitate in making a choice.

Shall I compare thee? by W. Shakespeare

“Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?
Thou are more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”

My True Love Hath Heart by Sir Philip Sidney

“My true love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange, one for the other given.
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
There never was a better bargain driven.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides;
He loves my heart, for once it was his own,
I cherish his, because in me it bides.

His heart his would received from my sight,
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;
For as from me on him his hurt did light,
So still me thought in me his hurt did smart.
Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss;
My true love hath my heart and I have his.”

She walks in Beauty by Lord George Gordon Byron

“She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair’d the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!”

How Do I Love Thee by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,–I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!–and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.”