I had no thought of violets of late,
The wild, shy kind that spring beneath your feet
In wistful April days, when lovers mate
And wander through the fields in raptures sweet.
The thought of violets meant florists' shops,
And bows and pins, an... Read more of Sonnet at Martin Luther King.ca
Picture of both parties together or write the names on a piece of paper
A burning dish
Cut the paper between the two of you and say:
As I cut their tie let the bond between them be broken.
Burn both halves of the paper apart. Say:
As I burn the tie let the bond be ever severed. So Mote it be!
Thank the deities and dismiss the circle if you have used one.
Bury or scatter the ashes.