I once volunteered to find a New Zealand love poem to be read at a friend's wedding. I had a shelf groaning with poetry books, and I figured it would be easy and fun.
It was neither.
It being a wedding, the poem had to be optimistic. This was not the time for ARD Fairburn's 'Poem' ("Time will devour our days/love die before we die") or Fleur Adcock's 'Afterwards' ("We weave haunted circles around each other...")
So I searched my favourite books - Fairburn, Hone Tuwhare, Bob Orr, Janet Frame, Anne Kennedy... - and a stack of anthologies. Then I read every poem on the New Zealand Electronic Poetry Centre site. And I started getting discouraged.
Every poem about love seemed to be dark - love lost, a lover's revenge, the death of a loved one, unrequited love, falling out of love, domestic violence, jealousy... (Or they were about sex, which wasn't appropriate for the family setting.)
We all know relationships can be complicated, but this was a first (and only, I hope!) marriage of university sweethearts. A nod to supporting each other through the occasional and inevitable rough patch was acceptable, but bursting the bubble of love before the honeymoon was not. It was a time for unqualified hope.
(I also wanted a poem that was suitable for a third party to read, rather than a direct pledge of undying love. In hindsight I think that was asking too much.)