It was a staple at a lot of weddings and wedding receptions in the late 60s and early 70s- the kind where the ushers and best man wore lime green tuxedos.

The twisted thing is that, lyrically, it's NOT a song about a healthy relationship with mutual devotion and all that- it's actually a song of despair and self-pity sung from the POV of a guy who has never even got up the nerve to talk to the woman he is obsessed with. just check out the lyrics:

Cherish is the word I use to describe

All the feeling that I have

Hiding here for you inside

You don't know how many times

I've wished that I had told you

You don't know how many times

I've wished that I could hold you

You don't know how many times

I've wished that I could mold you

Into someone who could cherish me

As much as I cherish you

Perish is the word that more than applies

To the hope in my heart each time I realize

That I am not gonna be the one

To share your dreams

That I am not gonna be the one

To share your schemes

That I am not gonna be the one to share what

Seems to be the life that you could

Cherish as much as I do yours

Oh, I'm beginning to think that man has never found

The words that could make you want me

That have the right amount of letters

Just the right sound

That could make you hear, make you see

That you are drivin' me out of my mind

Oh, I could say I need you

But then you'd realize

That I want you

Just like a thousand other guys

Who'd say they loved you

With all the rest of their lies

When all they wanted

Was to touch your face, your hands

And gaze into your eyes

-that isn't anything remotely like love and happiness. It's self-loathing, despair and fixation. If the guy whose being characterized in this song ever had any role in a wedding, he'd be one of the cater waiters or outside parking cars.