Golden Wedding. 50 years of marriage ... Celebrating! Event unusual these days where couples form and break, then recompose, constantly moving, the 50 year relationship a couple should be highlighted, you will agree.
In tribute therefore to all of these couples, wives of these July 9, 1960, in particular A. and L. , I extend my best wishes for happiness, health and long life together in love.
live the newlyweds!
Following brief remarks came in the following, I offer a bright bouquet of poetry to celebrate ...
Golden Wedding married in July of .
Origin and tradition
The celebration of wedding anniversaries is of pagan origin and quite dark. Initially, these celebrations concerned only certain anniversaries, namely: silver wedding for the 25 years of marriage, while the golden wedding for 50 years and diamond wedding for 75 years of marriage. The celebration of wedding anniversaries, common in the urban petty bourgeoisie, would have spread into the countryside in the nineteenth century. And it continues today ... and even extended: every wedding anniversary since the first year of marriage until the cotton-hundredth year of common life-wedding water-can celebrate. In sum, it is a tradition in many countries, though the way to celebrate varies from one country to another.
Here, in tribute, a beautiful bouquet of poems
These words These words These words
Home
These gentle words of support, faith and hope
These reassuring words , lulled and warm
These words surround, comfort, encourage, enfold
Who
And embrace
All these words that open windows on
happiness
The sparkle
And light
These words that ooze Love
All these words
Addressed a look
With a simple gesture of a smile
Of all these words
Who of you today I would radiate
Tresser
a wreath in the shape of heart
And at its center
Place an exquisite bouquet pink
In
A thousand thanks
Thomas Van Bellinghen
Silence
I know of eloquent silence that betrays the
thoughts veiled delicacy of love moving
Se stripping finally dare speak without
I know Who rests exhausted
alanguissent lovers forgetful
Time fleeing angry
Hanging their eyes anxious
I know dull silences
Who are dying of boredom
thoughts congeal and eye brows lanterns
Evasion Ciller half
I know Who rests unfortunate
their silent anguish
harried by life, frightened ashamed
In their bitter mouth dying words weary
I know Who rests victorious
show shamelessly
The easy triumphs , doubtful
Windswept carried by haze
Raymonde Verney
At the wedding of our love
This may be a spring evening
When the warm weather warms the wind
One summer morning in the colors of sky
An autumn afternoon to taste Honey
It may be one day of freezing
the heart of a dry winter supernatural
Or under the warm rain of a thunderstorm
At the edge of time of a new shore
I do not know where and I do not know when
But this time there
Delivered as an oath from the depths of the heart
He built backhand errors
Tomorrow in a few months or sometime
We will be ourselves The magnet
desire that will enlighten us
The path to bloom kissing
I t'espère released over days
The fears of mad love trapped
the stupid game of seduction
Digging vacuum separations
Our thoughts are flower images
This breath of life landscape
Words on Secret Language
skin burning in us without any rest
We meet for the wedding of our love
a mad painter brush
In our knowledge on the canvas of time to bite
raw pleasures of lovers.
Jean-Marc Buttin
The wedding day
Suddenly the birds stopped flying
,
And around,
The heavy silence fell;
Creek rustling,
Ran, although quieter,
And the old dog Se
shepherd shook with joy;
We saw them out
From humble chapel where they were married;
It opened the procession,
Having air to float
In her long white gown, And her great
eyes gray green
sparkled with happiness;
him, holding his hand, avoided the
hugging
Knowing that this night would end
abstinence was
In the beginning there
an ordinary story.
Bernard Lanza
The wedding
Silver Wedding or golden anniversary?
Life taught us her round ...
Remember our games then
When we reinvent the world!
We took so many roads
And since so many clouds pass,
But we went hand in hand
sun or rain on our faces.
In the soil of our two hearts,
were planted the same seeds
By cultivating our happiness
And do gleaning what we sow.
month flowed, flowed annually from
confidence in confidence
We came from the white hair, they are far
childhood games!
My beloved, I beseech you, Do not regret
Youth
For if time has betrayed us,
My heart is filled with tenderness.
Cypora Sebagh
Marriage
The dream born in suspension, they took
dotted
It was made up of sensations, strong love
From scattered.
Together they advanced towards the sea spreads,
Toward a common destiny, a thousand times evaded
In a perfect backdrop for postcards
And the sand was soft beneath their feet bare.
They lived this unique
As balance, suspended,
The happiness of a slanting sun, For a white morning
expected.
They came here to see the horses leaping
Who knows the secrets of America and China,
spaces promised quivering birds, fish
russet ocean depths.
They were on honeymoon
the wives of a great shipwreck,
With swimming eyes to heaven in the heart
And a big cloud.
They went to the other they did not know,
On the golden sand as their heart was born,
A double wound, each of them not
That the light breeze, by the way, healed.
They were mad their twenties
But they ran into despair
and happiness at the same time, it was
they should know. They did not know yet
snow
But the world they thought the bottom-Tomorrow-
loneliness and separation, the return of winter
And cold inside, the gel used.
They dreamed of new dawns,
Of all strings untied
And those white caravels
Beginning Islands forgotten.
They saw the horizon sails floating
Entering the sea-water bewitched,
The sirens sang and the rising tide
deposited on their body, caresses her salty.
There were all Ceylon
Large checkered mats,
They guessed gulls
Grazing wing palms.
They went after their dream of kids
The mermaids wove necklaces junkies,
They sang high, dancing at their wedding
And the sea that day, unites them forever.
Roger Vidal
poem dedicated to you both
was there ... 50.
Because we're good together, because there
in you, because it is in me
something we do not know and say
that suits you and that suits me.
in you, because it is in me
something we do not know and say
that suits you and that suits me.
was 50 years ago ...
Today like yesterday and tomorrow as ...
To understand innuendo, half aloud.
To understand innuendo, half aloud.
Here, in tribute, a beautiful bouquet of poems
These words These words These words
Home
These gentle words of support, faith and hope
These reassuring words , lulled and warm
These words surround, comfort, encourage, enfold
Who
And embrace
All these words that open windows on
happiness
The sparkle
And light
These words that ooze Love
All these words
Addressed a look
With a simple gesture of a smile
Of all these words
Who of you today I would radiate
Tresser
a wreath in the shape of heart
And at its center
Place an exquisite bouquet pink
In
A thousand thanks
Thomas Van Bellinghen
Silence
I know of eloquent silence that betrays the
thoughts veiled delicacy of love moving
Se stripping finally dare speak without
I know Who rests exhausted
alanguissent lovers forgetful
Time fleeing angry
Hanging their eyes anxious
I know dull silences
Who are dying of boredom
thoughts congeal and eye brows lanterns
Evasion Ciller half
I know Who rests unfortunate
their silent anguish
harried by life, frightened ashamed
In their bitter mouth dying words weary
I know Who rests victorious
show shamelessly
The easy triumphs , doubtful
Windswept carried by haze
Raymonde Verney
At the wedding of our love
This may be a spring evening
When the warm weather warms the wind
One summer morning in the colors of sky
An autumn afternoon to taste Honey
It may be one day of freezing
the heart of a dry winter supernatural
Or under the warm rain of a thunderstorm
At the edge of time of a new shore
I do not know where and I do not know when
But this time there
Delivered as an oath from the depths of the heart
He built backhand errors
Tomorrow in a few months or sometime
We will be ourselves The magnet
desire that will enlighten us
The path to bloom kissing
I t'espère released over days
The fears of mad love trapped
the stupid game of seduction
Digging vacuum separations
Our thoughts are flower images
This breath of life landscape
Words on Secret Language
skin burning in us without any rest
We meet for the wedding of our love
a mad painter brush
In our knowledge on the canvas of time to bite
raw pleasures of lovers.
Jean-Marc Buttin
The wedding day
Suddenly the birds stopped flying
,
And around,
The heavy silence fell;
Creek rustling,
Ran, although quieter,
And the old dog Se
shepherd shook with joy;
We saw them out
From humble chapel where they were married;
It opened the procession,
Having air to float
In her long white gown, And her great
eyes gray green
sparkled with happiness;
him, holding his hand, avoided the
hugging
Knowing that this night would end
abstinence was
In the beginning there
an ordinary story.
Bernard Lanza
The wedding
Silver Wedding or golden anniversary?
Life taught us her round ...
Remember our games then
When we reinvent the world!
We took so many roads
And since so many clouds pass,
But we went hand in hand
sun or rain on our faces.
In the soil of our two hearts,
were planted the same seeds
By cultivating our happiness
And do gleaning what we sow.
month flowed, flowed annually from
confidence in confidence
We came from the white hair, they are far
childhood games!
My beloved, I beseech you, Do not regret
Youth
For if time has betrayed us,
My heart is filled with tenderness.
Cypora Sebagh
Marriage
The dream born in suspension, they took
dotted
It was made up of sensations, strong love
From scattered.
Together they advanced towards the sea spreads,
Toward a common destiny, a thousand times evaded
In a perfect backdrop for postcards
And the sand was soft beneath their feet bare.
They lived this unique
As balance, suspended,
The happiness of a slanting sun, For a white morning
expected.
They came here to see the horses leaping
Who knows the secrets of America and China,
spaces promised quivering birds, fish
russet ocean depths.
They were on honeymoon
the wives of a great shipwreck,
With swimming eyes to heaven in the heart
And a big cloud.
They went to the other they did not know,
On the golden sand as their heart was born,
A double wound, each of them not
That the light breeze, by the way, healed.
They were mad their twenties
But they ran into despair
and happiness at the same time, it was
they should know. They did not know yet
snow
But the world they thought the bottom-Tomorrow-
loneliness and separation, the return of winter
And cold inside, the gel used.
They dreamed of new dawns,
Of all strings untied
And those white caravels
Beginning Islands forgotten.
They saw the horizon sails floating
Entering the sea-water bewitched,
The sirens sang and the rising tide
deposited on their body, caresses her salty.
There were all Ceylon
Large checkered mats,
They guessed gulls
Grazing wing palms.
They went after their dream of kids
The mermaids wove necklaces junkies,
They sang high, dancing at their wedding
And the sea that day, unites them forever.
Roger Vidal
live the married July!
Vive la Vie!
Vive l'Amour, again and again!
Go, be happy! That life is good for you ...
Go, be happy! That life is good for you ...
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