{"id":56013,"date":"2018-09-17T04:17:53","date_gmt":"2018-09-16T18:17:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/content.easyweddings.com\/au\/articles\/wedding-readings-second-marriages\/"},"modified":"2024-03-26T11:46:21","modified_gmt":"2024-03-26T00:46:21","slug":"wedding-readings-second-marriages","status":"publish","type":"au-article","link":"https:\/\/www.easyweddings.com.au\/articles\/wedding-readings-second-marriages\/","title":{"rendered":"6 romantic wedding readings that are perfect for second marriages"},"content":{"rendered":"
Planning a wedding the second time around can be daunting, but on the plus side, you’ve found a second chance at love and what’s more beautiful than that? Marriages don’t work out for a multitude of reasons and there is no reason for your second wedding to be any less special. You are still embarking on an amazing journey with your chosen person. Here are some beautiful readings you could include in your\u00a0wedding ceremony that are perfect for second marriages:<\/p>\n
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Love: Bob Marley<\/strong><\/p>\n You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect\u2014you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break\u2014her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The Second Time Around: Sammy Cahn and Jimmy Van<\/strong><\/p>\n Love is lovelier the second time around Love’s more comfortable the second time you fall Who can say what brought us to this miracle we’ve found? <\/p>\n Sooner or Later: Unknown<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cSooner or later we begin to understand that love is more than verses on valentines, and romance in the movies. We begin to know that love is here and now, real and true, the most important thing in our lives. For love is the creator of our favorite memories, and the foundation of our fondest dreams. Love is a promise that is always kept, a fortune that can never be spent, a seed that can flourish in even the most unlikely of places. And this radiance that never fades, this mysterious and magical joy, is the greatest treasure of all \u2014 one known only by those who love.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The Promise: Heather Berry\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cWithin this blessed union of souls, where two hearts intertwine to become one, there lies a promise. Perfectly born, divinely created, and intimately shared, it is a place where the hope and majesty of beginnings reside. Where all things are made possible by the astounding love shared by two spirits. As you hold each other\u2019s hands in this promise, and eagerly look into the future in each other\u2019s eyes, may your unconditional love and devotion take you to places were you\u2019ve both only dreamed. Where you\u2019ll dwell for a lifetime of happiness, sheltered in the warmth of each other\u2019s arms.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Mouthful of Forevers:\u00a0Clementine von Radics<\/strong><\/p>\n I am not the first person you loved. This is how we heal. And I will not be afraid I know sometimes <\/p>\n I’d Love To Be Your Last:\u00a0Gretchen Wilson<\/strong><\/p>\n If I had it my way, this would be the first time If I could do it over I’d have waited for this moment All I know is what I see when I look at you
\nJust as wonderful with both feet on the ground
\nIt’s that second time you hear your love song sung
\nMakes you think perhaps that love, like youth, is wasted on the young<\/p>\n
\nLike a friendly home the second time you call
\nWho can say what brought us to this miracle we’ve found?
\nThere are those who’ll bet love comes but once, and yet
\nI’m oh, so glad we met the second time around<\/p>\n
\nThere are those who’ll bet love comes but once, and yet
\nI’m oh, so glad we met the second time around<\/p>\n
\nYou are not the first person I looked at
\nwith a mouthful of forevers. We
\nhave both known loss like the sharp edges
\nof a knife. We have both lived with lips
\nmore scar tissue than skin. Our love came
\nunannounced in the middle of the night.
\nOur love came when we\u2019d given up
\non asking love to come. I think
\nthat has to be part
\nof its miracle.<\/p>\n
\nI will kiss you like forgiveness. You
\nwill hold me like I\u2019m hope. Our arms
\nwill bandage and we will press promises
\nbetween us like flowers in a book.
\nI will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
\non your skin. I will write novels to the scar
\nof your nose. I will write a dictionary
\nof all the words I have used trying
\nto describe the way it feels to have finally,
\nfinally found you.<\/p>\n
\nof your scars.<\/p>\n
\nit\u2019s still hard to let me see you
\nin all your cracked perfection,
\nbut please know:
\nwhether it\u2019s the days you burn
\nmore brilliant than the sun
\nor the nights you collapse into my lap
\nyour body broken into a thousand questions,
\nyou are the most beautiful thing I\u2019ve ever seen.
\nI will love you when you are a still day.
\nI will love you when you are a hurricane.<\/p>\n
\nThat I made love
\nAnd I would be the first girl that your hands touched
\nBut we’ve both done our share of livin’
\nTaking chances we’ve been given
\nI’ve never been too big on looking back
\nI don’t care if I’m your first love,
\nBut I’d love to be your last<\/p>\n
\nSo I could give my heart to you unbroken
\nBut if our mistakes brought us together
\nDoes it really matter whether
\nWe were saints or sinners in the past?
\nI don’t care if I’m your first love,
\nBut I’d love to be your last<\/p>\n
\nAnd what I see when I look at you
\nAnd all I see is what I’m feeling down inside
\nAnd all I’m feeling is this feeling
\nThat I’ve finally got it right
\nWhen I wake up tomorrow I’m gonna wrap my arms around you
\nAnd thank my lucky stars I found you
\nCause I know your heart has so much more than anyone has
\nTouched before, and nothing matter more to me than that
\nI don’t care if I’m your first love,
\nBut I’d love to be your last<\/p>\n