After a weekend where yet again my lovely hubby has had to nurse me through a bout of hideously infected tonsils, i happened to find this on a website. We had it read at our wedding – and i love it, as i love him :~) A few weeks later i coached him to read it at his brothers wedding; and the person who read it for us, my friend Anne, is getting married with her god-daughter (my Pud) as flower girl, next month so its even more special right now.
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:
Oh no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering 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.