October 12th, 2011
Veronica and Omar, part 3: reception

This post is Part 3 of a 3-part series. Read Part 1 – Read Part 2 – Read Part 3

I’m enjoying the variety of experiences and perspectives suggested by this selection of wedding reception photos. So many types of love shine through in the faces and gestures we captured that day. Omar impressed me once again with his bravery and passion when he did yet another thing I’d be terrified to do: he sang a love ballad for his new bride. Boy, did he sing. Veronica told me he’s a karaoke star, and now I know why. He gave his all to that song. It was incredible.

While thinking about brave, passionate love, especially love that transcends time and physics and all of that ordinary stuff, I looked around and found this poem by Hafiz. (You probably knew it was just a matter of time before Hafiz had his say on this blog.)

Congratulations, Veronica and Omar! May your lives together be full of bliss. Thank you for letting me be a part of this day.

LOVE SONG

I taste what you taste. I know the kind of lyrics your
Soul most likes. I know which sounds will become
Resplendent in your mind and bring such pleasure
Your feet will jump and whirl.

I have no use for divine patience — my lips are always
Burning and everywhere. I am running from every corner
Of this world and sky wanting to kiss you.

I am rioting at your door;
I am spinning in midair like golden falling leaves
Trying to win your glance.

I am sweetly rolling against your walls and shores
All night, even though you are asleep. I am singing from
The mouths of animals and birds. . . to let
you know the Beautiful Truth.

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October 12th, 2011
Veronica and Omar, part 2: ceremony

This post is Part 2 of a 3-part series. Read Part 1 – Read Part 2 – Read Part 3

When I was first introduced to Omar over a year ago, I was charmed by his gentlemanly manners and amused by his jokes, but what impressed me the most was the way he told the story of meeting Veronica. He said that he immediately knew, when he first saw her, that she was someone amazing, someone he needed to get to know. He walked up to her and told her so. Veronica admired his directness and said yes to a date. It soon became clear that they were meant to be together.

Omar was so pleased and proud of his discovery of the perfect woman that he couldn’t help sharing his enthusiasm with me, a person he’d just met. YES! I thought. This is the kind of adoration that a person of Veronica’s caliber deserves. Later, when I read this poem by Thomas Hood, I thought of Omar, a true romantic who wouldn’t hesitate to call his love “the fairest of all” and “the queen of everyone.”

FLOWERS

by Thomas Hood

I will not have the mad Clytie,
Whose head is turned by the sun;
The tulip is a courtly queen,
Whom, therefore, I will shun;
The cowslip is a country wench,
The violet is a nun; -
But I will woo the dainty rose,
The queen of everyone.

The pea is but a wanton witch,
In too much haste to wed,
And clasps her rings on every hand
The wolfsbane I should dread; -
Nor will I dreary rosemary
That always mourns the dead; -
But I will woo the dainty rose,
With her cheeks of tender red.

The lily is all in white, like a saint,
And so is no mate for me -
And the daisy’s cheek is tipped with blush,
She is of such low degree;
Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves,
And the broom’s betrothed to the bee; -
But I will plight with the dainty rose,
For fairest of all is she.

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