| BEST MAN*
Because like roots we intertwine,
Planted in a single place,
Your happiness is also mine,
Deep as love's first blood-borne sign
In that most intimate of space.
Because like roots we intertwine
And each for each the world design,
Wrestling towards a common grace,
Your happiness is also mine
Though shared in ways we can't define,
Too true to touch, too vast to trace.
Because like roots we intertwine,
Obliterating every line
That might divide our long embrace,
Your happiness is also mine
As you with nuptial vows combine
That love might weave its buried lace.
Like roots, your lives will intertwine.
Then let your happiness be mine!
MAID OF HONOR
Because like roots we intertwine,
Living in a long embrace,
Your happiness is also mine,
Spilling over, just as wine
Must flood the heart's too narrow space.
Because like roots we intertwine
And each for each must life define
In ways too myriad to trace,
Your happiness is also mine,
A joy that knows no boundary line,
Nor limit to its golden grace.
Because like roots we intertwine
And over years did love refine,
Planted in our single place,
Your happiness is also mine
As you with nuptial vows combine
That love might weave anew its lace.
Like roots, your lives will intertwine.
Then let your happiness be mine!
*This poem assumes that the best man is the groom's
brother and the maid/matron of honor is the bride's sister. If only one of
these is true, you can use either of the poems, either of which would work
for the best man or the maid/matron of honor. |
