The Birthday of My Life
If you've received the wedding invitation already, you may have noticed a line on there about "the birthday of our life". I know, it's cute. I was reading some poetry (crazy, huh?) in preparation to ask Amanda to marry me, and I came across this Christina Rossetti poem called "A Birthday". It goes like this.
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates;
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.For those who haven't caught on, Amanda is the birthday of my life.