Thank you for the well wishes. I never thought that I'd get married, I have always enjoyed the single life.
Here's a poem for you by Gerard Manley Hopkins: he's got an unusual, characteristic meter (called "sprung rhythm")-- if you read it aloud in a proclaiming way, it's good:
At the Wedding-March
God with honour hang your head,
Groom, and grace you, bride, your bed
With lissome scions, sweet scions,
Out of hallowed bodies bred.
Each be others comfort kind:
Déep, déeper than divined,
Divine charity, dear charity,
Fast you ever, fast bind.
Then let the March tread our ears:
I to Him turn with tears
Who to wedlock, his wonder wedlock,
Déals tríumph and immortal years.