In The Depth Of My Soul There

Marriage Is Like A Golden Ring In A Chain, Whose Beginning Is A Glance And Whose Ending Is Eternity.

For This I Bless You Most. You Give Much And Know Not That You Give At All.

Faith Is A Knowledge Within The Heart, Beyond The Reach Of Proof.

Your Friend Is Your Field Which You Sow With Love And Reap With Thanksgiving.

The Brooks Flow To Their Lover, The Sea, And The Flowers Smile At The Object Of Their Passion, The Light. The Mist Rolls Down To Its Beloved, The Valley. And I? In Me Is What Brooks Do Not Know, What Flowers Do Not Hear, What The Mist Does Not Apprehend. You See Me Alone In My Love, Solitary In My Yearning.