tend to believe that the weddings are always all ends, as is usual comedies. The truth is quite the opposite. The entire wedding is only just beginning.

This summer days through the white rapids
as a green hope, the green boat slip -
to the promised land in the path you started,
and the gold ring is recorded.

To always be - to feel the hand\'s palm,
to life than today, sun-colored blossoms,
for your summer under a sky high
Autumn fruits of wealth to go!

When love calls you, then follow it, even though the road is hard and steep. And when the wings hug you, then go for it, although the feathers hidden blade can hurt you. And when it speaks to you, then believe it, even though its voice can ruin your dreams, to north destroy gardens.

Love - that\'s all! It is a miracle and at the same time most natural, as can be.

All wings
above
love brings.

For it is a miracle, full of laughter and sympathy for the way the two gracious companions

pass it love! Appreciate other and they say it is the same as pamirkšķināt them in the dark. You both know that you do so, but no one else will find out.

affect autumn rains,
Because we retreat to one another.
Well winter saltums affect us,
Because we fire each other.
Well we are without prejudice to loneliness,
Because we loved each other.

white flowers, white wedding adornment,
and thoughts just rush to the gate of happiness.
There\'s faith and hope is given to -
so strong and so pure - once.

Yet another unknown colors will
likteņvēju whirlwinds of life.
Both stars will come hours,
Flame and years,
threaded bushes, and sometimes the souls of grain ash SES.

Up to snow, which will foot snowbound,
when the new day dream turned pale pink,
only light inside vairojiet and you know,
that it is your love\'s name.

You\'re safe, and I\'m sure
Everything else is transient.
The rest of the whole life of this
As the cloud goes off.

You are. I am. Everything else
As the leaves from the trees ris.
The rest - it is transient.
Only you\'re safe and I\'m sure.

Love does nothing but take care of itself and do not take nothing but itself.
Love does not belong there, nor it belongs to somebody else.
In love with love is enough.

beautiful wedding promise is the turn of the Sun,
the life of all the lights go,
and your life, love all around guest
with the blessing and happiness pildīsies.

love best fits
those months without the letter\'\' r\'\':
May, June, July, August.

But in March a hundred Lama when another drink
or January is already taking Paks -
JEL casts a long tourniquet!

In real life love
a month, whose name so gentle
the caress, the whisper of skāvums.

true love formula: how well you\'re in this world.

There is nothing greater, nothing more holy,
when melted together,
heavens and the earth in bloom
and there in the middle
your love is coming.

You white soul