Satin Wedding – 24 years of appreciation – The sun of my love should always shine on your faithful breast!
The satin wedding marks the wedding anniversary after twenty-four years of marriage. The satin is a shiny and durable fabric, which is produced in a satin weave. The smooth surface of the satin is like marriage that has been polished smooth after years of relationship.
Satin Wedding - 24th Wedding Anniversary
Wedding speaker zen master Father Reding guides you through the satin wedding and celebrates the family with you with a confirmation ritual according to your wishes.
Meditation and Wedding Prayer
It lured sensually, soft as violins, the tinsel of the masks buzzed through the hall. In the glow of candles a great round dance swung, the carnival celebrations were empty and stale to me. In the dream I walked on your arm and squeezed your hand here and there. I didn't say anything in the colorful swarm of masks, your girl's magic had spellbound me.
And not a word has escaped me either, gently shuddering it drew into your heart, love's wordless, eternally young blaze, the shuddering joy of this being together. I would have always wished to continue to go with you, my dear, to distant dreamland and always look into the stars in your eyes, always press your small, soft hand. I will never forget the magic of that hour when we walked arm in arm. At the sound of the violin, in the shimmer of the candle, alone, alone in the colorful swarm of masks.
Satin Wedding
Ah, you, around whom the flowers spill out of their buds in love, and enchantedly mix their incense with the joyful air around you. Around which the hall and garden are now smiling, because it makes your eyes bloom. Oh, could I be a bird now and dare you in the secretive bush my heart's great pain. Who is without example to lament. would you feel the possibility of this torment drunkenness. Perhaps that bosom would heave in a gentle sigh.
Which paid me to love you more than anything, even as I die. The bright dew of tears shines in your chalice, the weary of death. You long for the blue of the sky out of the gloomy shadow of the forest. The brook murmurs its melancholic song at the crevice in the rocks. It's so narrow here, it's so cold here, where the fog never flees.
You, my sweet joy of heaven, O do not mourn and stop crying! The sun of my love should always shine on your faithful breast, so close your eyes, in which the tears are glowing. Yes, my wild rose, you shall not wither in the forest!