Tuesday, September 27

Happy Birthday to My Forever Love

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 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. 

                                               -william shakespeare

I told you already, but I had no idea the day we got married, the depths of the treasure God gave me. Mister, You are God's greatest gift to me, save my cherished salvation. Happy Birthday.  Also,  I love you. 

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