Shakespeare, Sonnet 116

If you know my husband, you know he doesn't do Valentine's Day. I think if you asked him his true feelings he'd mumble something about Hallmark's marketing scheme to manufacture another holiday and part the American public with their money. And in my mind I know he's right, but you can't blame a girl's heart for dreaming, right? So for my baby, on just any random day (that happens to be the day that the rest of the American public calls "Valentine's Day") here is the Sonnet that was printed on the front of our wedding program. I still mean it--with all my heart.

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 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 proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

I will bless the LORD at all times;
His praise shall continually be in my mouth.
My soul will make its boast in the LORD;
The humble will hear it and rejoice.
Magnify the LORD with me,
And let us exalt His name together.
Psalm 34:1-3