I never thought I ever would get married.
I wanted no restraint upon my will.
But like the wind I wanted to be carried
Wherever wish might take me, yearning still.
And then I fell in love with you,
and foundA rock upon which I might build a home,
A place both to and for which I was bound,
So bountiful I had no need to roam.
Freedom cannot be except by choosing,
And choice, if choice it be, of need constrains.
And joy, once had, becomes, for fear of losing,
A horse one rides with firm grip on the reins.
Thus my choice to love you as your husband
Is freely made, yet made for all my life.
