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Marry When....

This is a poem about superstitions connected with the months and days of marrying from a book dated 1892. It was pasted in probably from a newspaper. I thought you might like it. So here it is.

Marry when the year is new,
Always loving, kind, and true.
When February birds do mate,
You may wed, nor dread your fate.
If you wed when March winds blow,
Joy and sorrow both you'll know.
Marry in April when you can,
Joy for maiden and for man.
Marry in the month of May,
You will surely rue the day.
Marry when June roses blow,
Over land and sea you'll go.
They who in July do wed,
Must labor for their daily bread.
Whoever wed in August be
Many changes are sure to see.
Marry in September's shine,
Your living will be rich and fine.
If in October you do marry,
Love will come, but riches tarry.
If you wed in Bleak November,
Only joy will come, remember.
When December's snows fall fast,
Marry and true love will last.


(Now I know what month
I shall want to marry in!)
PoetryNEmotion PoetryNEmotion 51-55, F 3 Responses Aug 29, 2012

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We cannot mark the time for love<br />
With things like months or years,<br />
This gift is sent from far above<br />
An we will know when it appears<br />
<br />
Love and marriage differ so,<br />
And while marriage does unite<br />
Love's a feeling that we just know,<br />
So when you find it, hold on tight<br />
<br />
Marriage may not last that long,<br />
A day, a week, a year<br />
But love is such a special song<br />
That plays forever, dear<br />
<br />
So when you find it, hold on fast<br />
And never, let it slip away,<br />
While marriage may nor always last,<br />
True love will - come what may<br />
<br />
Kbgloves...

Certainly that is nice. Mine was not a love nor true-Never meant to be so blue. Now unclear bout what to do...Cannot bear if we are through...Just have to talk and give my words and listen to his. Thank you, Kbgloves.

Well, I am getting divorced after 40 years. Things always change, and so do people. We may not be in love anymore, but I will love her forever, and I think she, me. Only with deep introspection did I come to my decision. I will never know if it was right, but then again, we never do. All that we can do is to make the decision that seems right now - tomorrow never knows!

Mine was 30 years. But when I look back over the years, there is more pain than smiles. Clearly. And l do not love or care for him now. He has seen to that with his anger and spite and evil. I go. I know that is right. All I can do now....

All that we can do know is move forward with our lives. I can understand why you burn your bridges. Though we all have different ways, anything that helps us go forward is the right choice today. I cannot hate my wife anymore, I feel sorry for her and the choices that she made, but I have learned to accept her, and all people for who they are.I do not have to like these people, but acceptance makes things easier - for me! I think that I am on the right path these days, but there are so many paths, and we all must follow our own...

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Very lovely poem. My own August wedding certainly many changes showed. She slammed the door on her way out. It happens. There are some very propitious months though.

Thank you. So many marriages have ended....It is like a war....Few survive...Why is that WildeOscar? Is it because we married so young when we did not know ourselves let alone another? Or because we chose the wrong partners? Cause life changes how we feel or just because it isn't meant to last? I am unclear....

In posing a few simple questions, you covered my former situation rather completely. I like that about you.

I try to communicate clearly, dearheart. In this relationship, I don't think it helps me...Or he doesn't speak my language...Unclear...I thank you. You are eloquent and intelligent. One of the many reasons you are a friend I adore and I trust....And I am honest to a fault....Must be the journalist in me, hon. xoxoo

that was wonderful . . . thanx for sharing Cynthia . . . 8D

I have a collection of books from the 1800's that I love to read. They start in the early 1800's and go until present. The older, the better...You are very welcome. I have little time to read, but when I do, I read for an hour a day! It is better than therapy! Kisses....

very cool . . . we have something is common sister . . . I absolutely adore poetry from the 1800's . . . never has writing been so charming . . . 8D

I have many books of poetry from then. I have to save savouring them for when the time is quiet and peaceful for it is only then that I can truly appreciate and cherish the beauty. I also have poetry by the classical poets from all over the world, and translations from Greek and Roman poets. I taste each word. I savour it. I devour the poetry. And I ooooh and aaaaaaahhhh. So divine are the words....We have much in common, sister! You have no idea! *laughing*

Very good,try reading "Book of Mirdad" a rear book,Very few ppl I have known have read it.Thanks

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