For D & C, who got married on Saturday
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediment; Love is not Love,
Which alters when it alteration find
Or bends with the remover to remove
Oh no! It is an ever-fixed mark
Which looks on tempests, but is never shaken
It is the star to ev'ry wand'ring bark
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be take
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks
But bears it out, even to the edge of doom
If this be error, and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved
William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116
(D & C asked me to read this during the church service, which I loved. I'd almost forgotten how much I love to read English aloud).
