I want part of the traditional 1 Corinthians read. And I really like this one... I am a total English nerd, and I have this and a quotation from Romeo and Juliet for our programs. (it is in my signature).
What greater thing is there for two
human souls than to feel that they
are joined together to strengthen
each other in all labor, to
minister to each other in all
sorrow, to share with each
other in all gladness, to be
one with each other in the
silent unspoken memories?
I LOVE the Velveteen Rabbit too!
And I am seriously a HUGE Winnie the Pooh fan; in fact, as a suggestion for a reading from a young person, what about a short quotation from Winnie the Pooh?
I also heard one about, "How do you spell love? You don't spell it. You feel it."
What about collecting some examples of "Love is" as defined by kids, pick a couple of your favourites, and have her read them? I post them around my classroom at Valentines Day. Here are some sites with them:http://www.religious...org/love_is.htm Hope that helps. I also like Variations on the Word Love by Margaret Atwood. It probably is not for all brides, and I do not know if we will use it...probably not. But here it is anyway. I really like it It is quite long. Maybe only part of it?
Variations on the Word Love
This is a word we use to plug
holes with. It's the right size for those warm
blanks in speech, for those red heart-
shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing
like real hearts. Add lace
and you can sell
it. We insert it also in the one empty
space on the printed form
that comes with no instructions. There are whole
magazines with not much in them
but the word love, you can
rub it all over your body and you
can cook with it too. How do we know
it isn't what goes on at the cool
debaucheries of slugs under damp
pieces of cardboard? As for the weed-
seedlings nosing their tough snouts up
among the lettuces, they shout it.
Love! Love! sing the soldiers, raising
their glittering knives in salute.
Then there's the two
of us. This word
is far too short for us, it has only
four letters, too sparse
to fill those deep bare
vacuums between the stars
that press on us with their deafness.
It's not love we don't wish
to fall into, but that fear.
this word is not enough but it will
have to do. It's a single
vowel in this metallic
silence, a mouth that says
O again and again in wonder
and pain, a breath, a finger
grip on a cliffside. You can
hold on or let go.