For my niece, Anja, and my new nephew, John, who married yesterday in the middle of a pandemic. May you ever rejoice in each other and in the Lord! Like everyone else, I wish I could have been there!
Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
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 prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.
Image HT: @KrissMacDonald1 via Twitter
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